I have this expectation that post-Passover/post-Easter we are all supposed to be wearing pastels and skipping through Spring. The birds are to chirp more loudly and crisply, the temperature is to become warmer and my limbs are to find the sun on them. I am supposed to be wearing shoes without socks. I am to be rejuvenated by my Spring vacation and the journey should be a downhill road straight to summer.

Instead I find myself on antibiotics for an infection, wearing a thick hunter green sweater that one waiter said looked so 'Fall,' and rain is in the forecast. I am working on a slower RPM. Not my speed. I am sluggish and grumpy. As Howard Thurman writes, "Little by little, there crept into my life the dust and grit of the journey... Details, lower-level demands, all kinds of cross-currents - nothing momentous, nothing overwhelming, nothing flagrant - just wear and tear." Yup. That's how I am feeling.