I wish it were spring. Actually I wish it were summer, but I realize spring must happen first, so I'll settle for that. It's the sunny days we've been having. The air is still a little brisk. And there are clumps of snow everywhere. But blue skies, sunlight in the morning, and longer days have me wishing dark, dreary winter were gone. That's why I changed my blog to look a little more spring-winter transitioned. I normally rename my blog to fit, but "Big Red Not-Really-Spring Hammer" didn't sound good.
To let you know how much I wish it were summer, I have already put up a "Countdown Till Pride" countdown calendar on my facebook profile. So you're informed, we have 115 days. I feel gypped from last year's Pride. It poured on our parade. And then I caught H1N1 and spent the next few days in a dark room feeling awful. I didn't get to do most of the fun things I wanted to. I hope this year will be different.
I also wish our home teachers would have made an appointment. I didn't hear anything from them in January. I really had my hopes up too. But maybe some other time.
I also need to sit down and write my parents a letter or e-mail to let them know how much I appreciated their love and support for Thanksgiving and Christmas. They treated Aaron and I very well. I'm sure it must have been hard for them. But I was touched.
Enough of my ramblings. I hope you're having a great week!
