As spring creeps in this is the last slog of black ice and dirty snow. I've been keeping myself too busy, which has had definite highlights, but I found myself at 7:00am the morning after spring forward, inching along an icy sidewalk on the way to a work engagement in Pawtucket and, despite the pink sunrise, it felt very lenten. I have the keys to a new apartment. The landlord assures me he has changed the battery in the squeaking fire alarm. I've done a good amount of cleaning, and need to do even more painting. And, right now, I'm lying flat on my back, wracked with body aches, chilled and nose running, wondering how it will all get done. But it must get done, it will get done, and spring will be here again.
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