The sun is shining.
Little birdies are chirping.
The joggers are all out running- dodging and weaving to avoid massive potholes and leaping over mounds of quickly melting snow.
Instead of referring to me as scrappy or belligerent, I thought I overheard someone call me plucky.
I didn’t threaten to murder anyone on my commute.
I think I saw my dog shit out a rainbow.
People I know who usually summon law enforcement to deal with each other actually stopped and gave each other a friendly wave.
I mowed my walkers in the shower in anticipation of my legs being allowed to come out from underneath thick corduroy pants.
It’s amazing what four straight days of sunshine and temperatures hovering around the sixty degree mark will do for your psyche.