Is it springtime yet?

This morning I noticed buds on the tree outside my apartment. I look for signs of spring like a starving person.

Last weekend I went to Toronto, to the SF convention Ad Astra. I had a great time and want to talk all about it. At length. About many topics: creativity, seeing old friends, ideas, art. But the day after I got home I collapsed with a horrible flu, and was immobilized in bed for two days, watching DVDs of Grey's Anatomy when I could keep my eyes open. Eventually I was able to read, and immersed myself in the pile of unread comics that had been piling up by my bed. Finally I made it back to work... and exhausted myself trying to catch up on all the crucial work that heaped on my desk from the days I was off...

And now I'm behind on everything. Still tired, and coughing, but there's a certain low-key euphoria that takes over when the pain stops.

And if I don't clean up the apartment right now, I am going to scream.