I feel the world moving all around me - people are going places, spring is opening buds on the trees - but I'm not feeling the effect of cosmic propulsion, let alone springtime. Even recent holidays haven't put me in a seasonal mindset.
My theory is that my knitting has been shelved for about six weeks now (put aside by a self-employed music educator's preparation for the 1040), and I've not had hands in creating items of beauty and purpose. I need to look through my bestial stash of yarns and patterns and find a spring something to put on the needles. The half-finished wool charity scarf isn't doing it for me. Maybe something for the Kidlet. I'll see if tonight brings any inspiration.