And there are so many things to celebrate! Yesterday was the fourth anniversary of the Iraq War. We haven't done any spring cleaning since our cleaning lady went mysteriously AWOL. Our annual winter vacation--wherein we pretend we have money and jet off to an exotic beach for relaxation and debauchery--never happened, punctuated by me shoveling a three-foot high
ice dirt snow bank off of our car.
The whole point of spring is renewal and rebirth, though, and despite life's little annoyances I'm feeling pretty upbeat. There's the sweet smell of dust and asphalt is in the air. The gloves and scarf have migrated to the back of my closet. I'm loving the early time-change (even if my cell phone now thinks I live in Iowa). I've even got a Yankee game on my calendar. It's making me hard to be cold and cynical all the time...I'm not quite sure how to behave.
In honor of this new and strange mood, here's my favoritist "spring" song (as in songs that make me think of spring but weren't played at my prom). Polyphonic Spree, people...enjoy!