We are supposed to get yet another winter storm tonight into tomorrow, but I don't care. I hear my little song sparrow singing, and know that spring will be here before we know it.
I've been out of work for the past couple of months, and I'm afraid my brain is starting to turn to mush. I have a big interview today however, and I'm excited about it. For today I'd like to use my favorite quote by Emily Dickinson: "Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all."