Today, March 20, is the first day of Spring 2009. After a week of rain, the sun is finally shining, and I, like a cat, want to curl up and bask my bones in it’s warm light. Alas, I am stuck indoors, behind interior walls, the computer monitor the brightest beacon in this room. I’m pretty sure I know what the kitty-kids are up to at home right now, though, and I think of them with envy. Did you know that cats sleep an average of 22 hours a day?!? What a life of luxury! I honestly don’t think I could stand it.

Ruminating on my current fate, stuck indoors on a sunny day, I relate to this quote:

“How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?” ~Charles A. Lindbergh, Reader’s Digest, November 1939