I do believe Spring is about to spring forth because I've seen squadrons of red-breasted robins landing at the Mobile airport for R&R on their way north. And somewhere, someone is playing baseball, either on fields throughout the South or inside athletic field houses in the North. When my son calls (he's a junior college baseball coach), I can hear the "tink" of aluminum bats at work. When Mark played at the University of South Alabama, he used to wear knit leg warmers to practice on cold February days (wonder if he still does).
Yesterday I spent six hours editing the first six pages of one of my works-in-progress . . . four times. I worry that I'm about to polish the words off the paper, but I know I am an incorrigible editor. Exact syntax and punctuation are the details that bedevil me. Now that I've taken a class in body language, there's that, too. Sigh.
I'm reading "Blood Work" by Michael Connelly as the assignment for a class in mystery plotting. Next comes a class in middle school and YA writing. I hope I never stop wanting to learn.
You all keep on keeping on. I'll try to do the same.