There's a lot of folklore about the month of March. How it enters being the opposite of how it will end is just one. March 1 is a day of celebrations. Whether you call Beer Day, The First of the Year, Independence day or numerous other observations held on the day it is a time of revelry & remembrance.
March was a time of war & beginnings of new things. It is Primavera. I know technically Winter still holds the reins for a little while longer, but the daffodils our blooming, the clover is growing & the birds are feathering their nests.
It was a bit cold last night, but today I had the doors open & aired out the house for a while before the chill returned. It was a clear day & after days on days of drear, the light was certainly appreciated. I'm going on about things, but not much happened today other than pleasant weather. For that, I am grateful.
Spring is here. The lawn people have been called & the exterminators are soon to be contacted to nip the fleas in the bud before they can get a foothold. With the warmth & flowers comes bugs of all types. From the bugs & flowers comes birds. From jays to finches, mockingbirds to robins & hummingbirds to crows they will be in the yard soon enough. That will get the cats attention like you wouldn't believe. The cats will chase the birds, butterflies & frogs. The yard is coming back to life.
Other than taking my meds, I really didn't think about being + today, that makes this a rare day. I know they probably won't find a cure for HIV in my lifetime, but I'd really love it if we could get to a point when I could take my meds like once a week. If that could happen, then maybe on most of those non-med days I could just let myself forget about being + for a while. That would be nice.
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