There is a covering of snow on the ground, although the roads are just wet, and in some places, already dry. It is 26 degrees and we are going to warm up to 36 today. I suppose if I were to wear an Easter bonnet, it would be a fur trapper’s hat.

I have decided to wait a bit before writing more . . . oh, just because.

LATER

Well, my little beanbags, I don’t know if waiting helped my mood or not, but since I am still here, I think I may have managed to find a little oomph. And, as I sort of quoted to someone yesterday: Black care rarely sits behind a rider whose pace is fast enough. (Theodore Roosevelt) Of course, the problem with quoting famous people is that although it sounds good, it may not be all that accurate. I wonder if in the realm of grief, despair and black care, if they can’t zoom on ahead and be waiting for you when you finally have to stop. Then, again, Roosevelt was a true hero and I don’t think he ever stopped.

That’s probably not true. I remember he also said, “To feel that one has inspired a boy to conduct that has resulted in his death, has a pretty serious side for a father.”

I think I need more oomph, or more directed oomph. I need to focus some oomph on not going fast but standing firm. Obviously, this is some sort of ridiculous do it yourself psychiatric couch session that is confusing this patient. I guess sometimes they are right when they say: Do not try this at home.