Most years, I can sense the day that the seasons change. This spring has been so long, gloomy, rainy, and filled with illness, I have not felt it to be truly spring. Like Lucy And The Football, the string of nice days beginning last week was simply too good to be believed. Lucy would yank the football away, and, we would be miserable again.
Today, I started feeling better about it being finally spring. I saw fireflies. Max has had a great set of walks, over which I can slowly relax. (He had his $200 annual exam Saturday, blood panels are still waiting). Tropospheric ducting is starting to occur now, and with it, more DX openings. I may even get around to revising my frequency spreadsheets with new data, as I'm finally feeling I can see TVDX and reach 2M/70 cm contacts. Quite depressing, for mid-May, until now.
You can see the drawn faces at work, tired from both the economy and the bad spring. Many others have been ill, as well.
One of my church study group members is itching to play the markets again. Usually, that's a sign to stay the hell out. (Sorry, TCBY). I also got to chair, for the second time, last week. To say that the format was looser would be an understatement....
On the old board, one side refuses to concede that they've lost, and the other (partially) refuses to concede that government/politics/money/philosophy/life is not as neat, now that they are back in power. Everything devolves into a Philosophy 101/Partisan Pissing Match. The Heat Death of the Universe will occur before they STFU and GBTW.
Most unfortunately, I have to Go Back To Work. The madness continues.
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