Here Comes the Sun!

Last weekend I heard something I haven't heard in quite a while - birds singing in the trees. When I lived in San Clemente, with the risk of sounding like a fairy tale princess, that's how I used to wake up every morning -- to the sun streaming in my bedroom window, and birds chirping loudly in the big redwood in my backyard.

With the amazing sense of spring just being right around the corner, my car got some love as I filled it with gas for the first time since I arrived, gave it a car wash, and went on a long-awaited driving tour of Brooklyn yesterday morning with Jason's hand map, Stacy as my co-pilot and Logan as backseat commentator in his carseat. Later this week, going to have the pleasure of going to the New York DMV with the various paperwork to register the car in this state, in an effort to both cope and commit.



Small dirty clumps of snow are starting to thaw, the sky remained sunny and blue all weekend, and birds seemed to be in chorus every time I walked down my block. Both the Beatles and Nina Simone versions of this song were in my head: "...Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces. Little darling, it seems like years since you've been here. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say it's all right..."