Spring Fever

I have spring fever. It’s January 31. Spring officially starts on March 20 but in my mind, it will be here in a few weeks when the daffodils are blooming and then my tulips show up.

It doesn’t help that we’re building a gigantic in-ground pool in the backyard that has looked the same since Thanksgiving. I stand next to the hot tub and gaze out at the mud/pool and just picture myself floating by with a cold drink in my hand as I work on increasing my freckles.

It was in the 50s this past weekend and everyone was outside, mowing, raking leaves, taking a walk, running. I can’t be alone in wanting the warm weather to arrive. I was just happy to wear my flip flops and didn’t need a jacket.

This weekend we’re going to watch the polar plunge at the oceanfront. We were there two years ago and watched CC and my brother dressed up in funny costumes run into the Atlantic in early February with thousands of other people.

Spring can’t get here fast enough.