Hi, spring. Welcome back. I missed you.

Though I grabbed a basketball and missed the first seven shots I took and stepped on a stray dog turd in the process and somehow strained my lower back moving chairs and swept the deck and swept the court and swept the corner by the garage where I found another bag of dog turds that has been festering since long before the snow ever fell and sort of gagged as I tried to pick it up, I swear I’ve never been so happy for spring as I was this afternoon.

I’ve never been one to complain about the weather, or to believe the phenomenon of spring fever, or to even think twice about the changing of the seasons and the banal conversations that travel along with it.

But pass some ibuprofen. I’m ready to put this winter behind me.