It's crazy to think that today marks the first of March. Hopefully it'll be a little warmer this month -- though I have to say, I don't mind rain. Or snow, for that matter. Still, I'm looking forward to summer (spring, too), when I'll have more time to write. That can't be anything but better.
-I haven't done Confession Tuesday in two weeks -- I admit, last week I completely forgot and the week before, I didn't get a chance -- so I'll be jumping in again on Tuesday.
-I've found a lot of pretty tunes, and I've been humming or singing almost all the time. ("Drops of Jupiter" (Train) and "So Far" (Kelley McRae).)
-I redid my website and updated my events page. I've received positive feedback on it so far -- drop me a note and let me know what you think! I'm rather pleased with the new look. It's perkier.
Still writing here. No dancing yet, but the inspiration for the title of this post sprung from the wildness of life lately. And from reminiscing (an old but sweet post on Venice from Beth Kephart).