A Word from the English Major

In honor of this auspicious date, I thought I'd do a little brushing up on my Shakespeare...

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears! (Julius Caesar Act III, Scene II) It has been said, quite famously, to beware the Ides of March.(Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene II)

Which is today.

Pah. Such a serious warning for such a beautiful day. Even my pal Miss Riss, living in the winter-plagued heartland, was able to throw off Jack Frost’s mantle and enjoy the advent of warmer weather. It seems that the winter of our discontent
(Richard III, Act I, Scene I) has dissolved into a blustery memory. *knocks on wood*

I can really tell spring is here -- everything is a vibrant green, although that might simply be an after effect of the torrential rains we had yesterday. My car is covered with a constant fine yellow dusting of oak pollen, thanks to the ginormous (yet lovely) trees in my neighbors’ yard. It’s a sight welcomed by car wash owners and one that is shared by just about everyone I see on the road -- it’s true that one touch of nature makes the whole world kin. (Troilus and Cressida, Act III, Scene III)

It’s been a lazy day -- one that started for me with the soft light through yonder window breaking (Romeo And Juliet Act II, Scene II) exceedingly early. My old friend Insomnia is paying me a visit and occupying me during the wee small hours of the morning, denying me the ability to sleep, perchance to dream- ay, there's the rub. (Hamlet Act III, Scene I) (speaking of rub, what I wouldn’t give for a serious back massage -- from some big strong hands belonging to a handsome dude... but I digress...)

The cleaning kick I was on last weekend continues today, although not nearly as turbo-powered. Tackling the living room, rearranging the furniture to find the best fit and look to accommodate the new end table. Which is, naturally, turning up all sorts of interesting things that have accumulated away from standard sight lines underneath furniture and behind everything. It’s a losing battle -- me versus the grime. I never would have imagine myself a woman to be overmaster'd with a piece of valiant dust? (Much Ado About Nothing, Act II, Scene I)

Dinner is now in the oven -- I’m totally sporting a lean and hungry look (Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene II), with the lean courtesy of The Damn NutriSystem, and, well, the hungry part too. It’s my one real meal of the week -- Italian Mac & Cheese. ‘Tis a dish fit for the gods (Julius Caesar, Act II, Scene I), but it will be all about portion control with me. Need to make sure I’m not sacrificing the lean part of the equation to overly satisfy the hungry part.

And my trusty agave nectar margarita is by my side -- once again. What they say about one desiring too much of a good thing?(As You Like It Act IV, Scene I) does not apply to my cocktails, thank you very much. Besides, the agave nectar is low in carbs and organic to boot. It’s really a health food drink -- mostly for my mental health more than anything.

As brevity is the soul of wit, (Hamlet Act II, Scene II) I shall bid you farewell, until tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, (Macbeth Act V, Scene V)when chaos is come again (Othello Act III, Scene III) and I will surely write about it.

Remember: We are such stuff as dreams are made on, rounded with a little sleep. (The Tempest, Act IV, Scene I)