April

I typically hate April. Especially April 1st.

9 years ago on April 1st, a dear friend committed suicide.

It's also his birthday month-so it's kind of shitty.

But yesterday was not bad at all.

I spent it traveling from NJ back home. We had a nice Easter weekend full of candy, family and if not excellent food and coffee, at least it was nourishing and palatable.

I am back home, with an excellent cup of coffee at hand. I have many things to do and much to start.

I am thinking that for the first time in 9 years, this April won't be so bad after all.