I’ve always had winter seasonal affective disorder, usually banished by snowfall. This year, the late winter storm improved my long CoVId moodiness. New York City saw its first measurable snowfall in two years, and the Green Mountains in Vermont had snowfall long into April allowing for a much needed day of cross country skiing–the day before seeing the total eclipse in Waterbury Vermont.

The year long knee injury saga has finally ended, thanks in part to the steroid injections which wreaked havoc with my mood, but mostly due to my wonderful physical therapist, chiropractor and acupuncturist. I’m taking ballet class again, am back to a regular pilates and yoga based exercise program at my local YMCA, doing some yard clean up and harvesting my beautiful daffodils, tulips and irises to adorn my kitchen, dining room and living room tables.

It’s been about a year since I touched my Contemporary Western Romance, which is done and just needs editing. Thanks to Lisa Weinert, author of Narrative Healing, I am moving forward and have written a few additional pieces for my memoir Someday I’m Going to Write a Book.

As I write this, I’m back in New York City. The April rain has stopped, the magnolias and weeping cherry trees are frosted with magnificent pink blooms, the grass is green, and the days are getting longer. My mood has improved, buoyed by the expanded daylight, except now the dog wants to go out at 5:30 in the morning, thus waking up the cat, and then both of them insist it’s time for breakfast. The familiarity and and challenges of hospital work in this time of immigration and post CoVid recovery provides a welcome distraction. What will today bring? I’ll be ready.