When you seize the wrong day. Or month. March has been a wench this year. Actually, every year, but I’ve normally found a way to screw her. Or him. Spring break is a thing in this part of the country, because we know when we should be uncarping. Yes, that’s also Latin. I’ve spoken many times about how I hate the color of March. Is bland even a color? But, for the last few years I’ve found a way to leave it behind and find a better, brighter, warmer color. Hey, if bland is a color then warmer should be one, too. Circumstances kept me home this year, but not really. I just made a bad choice. Mala sententia. But wow look at me speaking more Latin. Now that the month is winding down I’m reminded that I forgot (huh?) that March sucks and makes me cranky. As if I needed help. Lesson learned. I was so excited about my Boomlennial hall pass that I thought this would work out somehow but it didn’t. I will be gone in April, however. That beautiful, flower blooming, sun shining month. And then I’ll lament that I’m missing all that gloriouness. Or not. April showers do bring May flowers. Or pilgrims. Or some such silliness. See what happens in bland world? I shouldn’t be so nonchalant about all of this because it’s serious stuff. Next time I’ll be more chalant. Is that Latin? #needavacation #needtodetox #needtotox