It's late at night. I should be sleeping. But I've never been very good at ignoring the bees in my bonnet. Everywhere I turn, a new project awaits. On a scale both small and grand, our to do list grows in exponential abandon.
This evening I've checked something off the list. My little online journal has a fresh new look. I've been thinking about fresh and new quite a lot lately. Can't help it; this great upheaval will, eventually, be followed by a contented sigh once things are in order. Right now I'm about to get the various tools of my trades set up just as I wish. That's an enticing thought.
So I shall document the beginning. So I can measure the distance I've traveled farther down the road. I'll remember this sense of anticipation and savor the rejuvenation as it comes. Spring, indeed.