On the Upswing

I am itching to write. I have been for a while, but my body seems to balk at hauling my butt to the computer to type anything. Between moving, digging myself out of a bad case of the winter blahs, and recuperating from a cold, I've been tired.

But I'm on the mend. The tide has turned. The sparrow has sung.

Bless that sparrow.