Yes, it deserves an exclamation point. It is Monday, my son is at school for the first time in seven days, and it’s gloriously sunny out there. Lovely things happened this weekend, although it was much too closely scheduled and stressed me out that way, and I’m thoroughly drained from the week of dealing with a boy who was home only so that he wouldn’t pass his cold along, because he certainly had the energy to go.

The roundup will follow at some point. I hope everyone has a fabulous day.

It’s Imbolc today/tomorrow/when the sun hits 15 degrees of Aquarius, however you celebrate it. I’m going for a week-long thing, myself. We started with pagan playgroup yesterday, and lit candles to Brigid this morning and read about the things she’s associated with with before the boy went to school. So a blessed Imbolc to one and all, or Candlemas, or la Feile Bride, whatever you call it. May all your groundhogs assure you of an early spring.