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I've gotten out of the habit of making entries. There was a time that if I'd gone to bed and not updated it used to bother me. Now I go days at a time without giving it a second thought. I'm resolved to try and reverse the trend, but it's hard to build up the inertia I once had.

I remain in mourning for a cat. I'm not so far gone that I don't realize how socially unacceptable this is, so I refrain from talking about it in public. Yet I think that a part of me resents that I lose a little of the grief every day.

Meanwhile, there are a thousand little errands and deeds to do that have piled up and can no longer be ignored. The Prius needs to go in and have a few minor glitches taken care of before they become major. I need to get my taxes taken care of. I need to finalize arrangements for homeowners insurance for the condo. My family doctor has left private practice for a position at a local hospital, and I need to steel myself for the dog and pony show that happens each time I take on a new doctor. (Relating my medical history can now take the better part of an afternoon, and requires a file of paperwork about six inches thick for the past couple of years. I have several files like that for the past ten years.)

I'm lucky in that Math Man is off next week for spring break. He's offered to take the Prius to be worked on for me. I just have to remember to make an appointment tomorrow for that. I was also supposed to get blood work done tomorrow morning, but discovered that my paperwork for the recurring tests expired the end of February. I'm annoyed because I just saw Dr. Liver a week ago, and could easily have gotten new script at that point if I'd realized I needed it (even though it's usually my family doctor that wrote the orders). Now I don't have a family doctor and I'm going to have to jump through hoops to get Dr. Liver's office to issue script for a PT for me. grumble

Regardless of my current mood, spring is still making inroads in my neck of the woods. Daffodils have started to bud, tulips are beginning to leaf out, and snow piles have melted into muddy pools. Temperatures this weekend fluttered into the low seventies, and though they are supposed to plummet again after tomorrow, the trend will be towards mellow and mild as the month progresses. The first robins have appeared in the shrubs outside our windows, providing the cats with more to do than to lounge by the space heater with stoned expressions on their faces.

I suppose it's time to push myself up through the dirt and shake my petals free.