The wind, for ill or not, is blowing up last year's half-rotten leaves. The sun presents itself just to tease.  Skies are only partly drippy.  It's enough to evoke sneezing spells and painful joints. Shall we mention state of mind?

I feel warm and dry, not hungry but not bilious either.  What's a creaky joint among so many movable parts?  But something is just not checking out.  It's a tea bag moment, I guess.  Online writers seem to know just what needs to happen for higher employment rates, settled mortgage regulations, and a definite law about medical insurance.  

Just because someone may read this--feeling cranky between St. Patrick's Day and tax day--let's leave the Pity Party and think how the Fourth of July may turn out.  Pollyannas need not chime in.  We've been hit hard and it is well to regain breath and attitude.

Are you better off than you were ten years ago?