In Like a Lamb

There is that saying about March: in like a lamb, out like a lion. I hope this isn't true. It's absolutely gorgeous today - a driving with the windows down, squinting in the sun, blasting the Allman Brothers' "Jessica" kind of a day. But if the saying is true, this goodness won't last and the weather will turn crappy again by the end of the month. Let's keep our fingers crossed.

I think my cold is finally starting to subside. I probably could have taken antibiotics and nipped this thing in the bud over a week ago, but I valiantly hang out to the idea that things will go away (or get better) on their own. This notion usually causes my friends and family grief.