I understand that it is barely April.
I understand that we survived March without holidays nor random days off.
I understand that we sprang ahead an hour so we gained some daylight.
I understand that we had just as many weekends last month as every month.
I understand that it is still cold out and might snow at any given moment.
I understand that the temperature fluctuates sharper than a menopausal woman.
I understand that my skin is tired of cracking and itching.
I understand that humans cannot live on soups and stews alone.
I understand that people shouldn't be cooped up inside for extended time periods.
What I don't understand is how one warm day in New England resets my entire inner circuit board into thinking it is summer already.
I'm ready. You're ready.
Everyone is ready.
(Except my bathing suit body.
My bathing suit body is most definitely not ready.)
