March is: first consistent rains since January’s wildfire evacuation. Terrible for burn zones, desperately needed for upcoming dry seasons.

March is: positive writing news I’m not allowed to share, yet.

March is: writing schedule–9am to 1pm (also 4am or 7am, when it’s time to wake the teen for school). Insomnia is powerful.

March is: hanging up birdhouses and hoping for occupants.

March is: considering adopting a new dog since Kaia passed a year ago. Baby steps.

March is: doctors trying to figure out why my super-fit vegetarian spouse’s red blood cell count dropped. As of the last blood test, however, red count inching up. Possibly he has long covid. We don’t know. The mystery continues. Morning walks with my spouse, however, have not been interrupted during this confusing time, for which we’re both grateful.

March is: keeping my family healthy.

March is: treating every day like we’re on vacation even though we’re not.

Yours in depositing nesting materials outdoors for March-Bird-Madness,

PB