Every planet is having a temper tantrum, every heart I know is breaking, April’s going out like a lion, and even the sun can’t decide whether to break out or just cloud over. Yet I have work to do–good work, too–and the world is demanding we go on, if only to feed the meter and take out the garbage. So I pray for soft strength and a sweeter spring from here on in. At that, I pray for you as well.