It's weird sometimes to be a Jennifer in a world full of Jennifers.
February 16, 2008
It's spring. I know, it doesn't feel like it, or look like it. But it is. You can hear it if you really listen and smell it if you really want to. And I've got spring wanderlust. You know, that point in winter where the restlessness sets in and you're ready for change. Nothing can make you content. Not reading, not cooking, not handiwork, not anything. It's that waiting point and it's driving me crazy.