Here comes the sun (and a prayer for the stressed)

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right...

--George Harrison

Just got back from a quick trip to Cambridge and Lexington, MA, where we visited with family and friends (and had a lovely time). It was a gorgeous "Sun day," and I loved how the sun made everything glisten. (FYI, all the photos are mine.)

Spring has definitely sprung. And I feel much happier -- and sunnier -- now that it has.






























































And if these beautiful pictures are not enough to put you in a good mood, perhaps this short prayer (which we heard on Car Talk) will.

Prayer for the Stressed

Grant me the serenity to accept the things
I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I cannot accept,
and the wisdom
to hide the bodies of those people I had to kill
today because they pissed me off.
Also, help me to be careful of the toes I step on today,
as they may be connected to the ass that I have to kiss tomorrow.
Help me always to give 100% at work:
12% on Monday, 23% on Tuesday, 40% on Wednesday,
20% on Thursday, and 5% on Friday.
Also, help me to remember:
when I'm having a really bad day, and it seems that people
are TRYING to piss me off,
that it takes 42 muscles to frown
and only 4 to extend my middle finger
and tell them to bite me.

It could drive a gal to drink

Literally.

Thanks to a bout of spring fever, a generous invitation to attend The Oldest Established Permanent Floating Happy Hour in D.C., and an understanding spouse and child (the latter's only request: "Go to the Peeps Store and bring me back some Peeps!") I will literally be driving myself to drink tomorrow. Though taking a taxi home (or back to my hotel) afterward.

And could anyone truly blame me -- or anyone -- after this long, cold, depressing winter, and that awful power-cutting storm in the Northeast we just had, for wanting to get away for a night and enjoy one truly happy, carefree hour with friends over a cold bottle (or mug, stein, pint, or glass) of brew?

I think not.

Also, I could really use some girl time, as well as a mani/pedi, and friend of the blog EMM has promised to take me under her wing Saturday and show me a good time. (And my dear friend, Dave S., and his lovely wife, Mrs. S., very kindly invited me over to their place for dinner Saturday. So really, how could I refuse?)

I will, of course, have my trusty laptop with me, in case I feel the urge to blog.

But if you don't hear from me for a couple days, you know why. (What happens at happy hour, stays at happy hour. Maybe.)

Here's to spring, which officially starts on Saturday, and good friends.

A votre santé!