Full-on Spring Fever.

The klutziness is real. I just poured nearly an entire pitcher of cold water down my boot. Then crashed my fist into a mug, reaching for it. Nearly walked into a wall.

I get this every spring. The technical reason is the rebuilding of red blood cells and blood volume after a cold winter. Or ‘old wives’ tales’.

For me, it’s a bruising, frustrating time that I’ve learned to just laugh at.

I am become pratfall comedy. Might as well embrace and enjoy it.