Today is another cold, grey day. I'm exhausted by how long this winter has seemed to be, though likely it's not really much different than any other. As I get older I am becoming far more intolerant of winter. I turn 50 in a few years, and I look at RVs and think about becoming one of those people who parks amongst other RVs in south Texas for three months a year.
But in the last few days baseball spring training games have begun in Arizona and Florida. Somewhere there are people sitting out on a bright sunny 70 degree afternoon watching millionaires get into shape and hopeful rookies desperately trying to make their mark. It's a glorious ritual of the American spring. Though I can't be there for it, I can imagine it. And so at least there's that.
