I've learned to leave enough time so that I have the option of strolling to get to the office. The days of cutting it close are far behind me. There is enough stress in the world without my adding more. On the way in I get a seat on the train usually, and I read my book, a treat for me. There are still a few tiny piles of soot-encrusted snow here and there where the plows piled it high on the street corners, but for the most part it is certainly spring.
Baskets were mailed to my college boys, and for the first time I won't have to stay up late to help the Bunny hide plastic eggs filled with money or chocolates. All in all, I would say I'm ready for an "Alleluia" after a long, sad fall and winter. I'll read at the Vigil tonight. I'll sing at a Mass tomorrow, and then it's off to the in-laws' for a non-traditional Easter feast of Chinese food. Usually it's a ham dinner, carefully and lovingly cooked by my sister-in-law at her beautiful home, but this year we will gather where Mom is and keep Papa company. She won't know the difference. But we'll be teaching my nephews the value of faithfulness and flexibility, and that's no small achievement.