Today’s date is what? Oh, right – March 31. I can’t seem to get that right today. I keep writing the 13th or the 21st or a slew of other numbers. I suppose I am in denial that tomorrow is April. Don’t get me wrong – I love April and springtime, but I am shocked by how fast this year is going. I wish it would slow down. Or perhaps I should slow down so I can savor each moment as it comes.