April 1 is A -- and I almost screwed it up.
I'd forgotten about the challenge. Or maybe it would be more precise to say I'd forgotten that it was almost April.
I'd love to ruminate on where the fuck March went, but today's meditation is on almost. That nice try but not quite there adverb.
Like last night's musical episode of Grey's Anatomy. Almost, guys. Almost.
Like how my cat spends long minutes wiggling her butt thinking about jumping on to the counter and then gives a few false starts, finally jumps and only gets halfway to her goal height. Almost, kitty. Almost.
Like the students on campus who have decided it's spring and they must therefore go coat-less and/or wear flip-flops -- in spite of the forty degree weather. We're almost there, buddy. Just hang on a little bit longer.
