At home my cat has gone mad with spring fever. He yowls at the bedroom ceiling every morning at 5:30AM, completely oblivious to the human heads underneath his paws. My husband is sick with the plague (oops, flu) and his old hip injury has flared up again. And our work commute has had us coming home late every. single. day. this week.
But hey--tomorrow is SPRING!
I just hope the crazy train goes back to the station soon.