It%92s late. I%92m tired. Spring forward is messing with my body and mind. But, today, I saw purple crocuses and it made me feel good, and for some reason I remembered this goofy poem. No idea where it came from, but I think I%92ve known it since I was little. It goes like this:

"Spring has sprung, The grass is ris, I wonder where, the flowers is"

And then, out of nowhere, came this little gem, also rattling around in my head probably since I was a kid:

"I wish I was a grapefruit, and here%92s the reason why, when you came to eat me, I%92d squirt you in the eye".

And yet, I can%92t remember my postal code.

Yay, Spring. %92Night all.

I haven%92t had much to say this past month, I%92ve been utterly exhausted! The supervisor in my department at work had a stroke on January 27th, and then had wicked complications, and is still in the hospital. She is only 55 years old, and has a long, long road ahead of her just to do the basic things that we all take for granted every day. Hopefully, she will recover. As a result, I have been working many long hours at work, we%92ve split her job among 4 of us, and it%92s been a struggle to say the least. But, it%92s getting easier for each one of us as we learn the requirements of keeping the department going on a day to day basis. Our struggle compared to hers is really nothing to complain too much about. I%92ve been fairly uninspired since this all happened, until recently, when an old friend e-mailed me out of the blue. Her little boy is having nightmares, and nothing they have tried has helped. A long time ago, I used to make dreamcatchers that I sold at various markets, but I haven%92t made any for years now. The reason that she contacted me was to ask if I would make a special dreamcatcher for her son, in the hopes that it might help. I was so flattered that in this time she would think of me, of course I said yes. For the first time in over a month, I felt inspired and focused as I sat down to make this little boy a small token with the big responsibility of restoring the sleep that little boys should have, instead of the nightmares that have been haunting him. It%92s finished now, in shades of blue and black which are his favorite colors, and it%92s amazing how good I feel to have made it for him. I know it%92s a theme I%92ve come back to often, and here I am again. Thank you universe, for the little things, the simple things that we take for granted, pleasant dreams, the ability to walk, and the ability to create. I ask all who read this to stop for a second and send positive thoughts into the universe for these people, you don%92t know them, they don%92t know you, but it sure can%92t hurt...and it%92ll probably put a smile on your face too. Peace.