It's late. I'm 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've 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's the reason why, when you came to eat me, I'd squirt you in the eye".

And yet, I can't remember my postal code.

Yay, Spring. 'Night all.

I haven't had much to say this past month, I've 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've split her job among 4 of us, and it's been a struggle to say the least. But, it's 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've 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't 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's finished now, in shades of blue and black which are his favorite colors, and it's amazing how good I feel to have made it for him. I know it's a theme I've 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't know them, they don't know you, but it sure can't hurt...and it'll probably put a smile on your face too. Peace.