In a few months we’ll probably be describing days like today as overcast and dreary, wet and yucky. But right now, after all that sub zero winter weather, with a bit of bitter black gravelly snow clinging to the mud, today is one hell of a day. People are driving a little friendlier. Grocery store clerks have a twist of a smile on their lips. The usually deadpan and even a little impatient woman at the pizza place is chatty and, dare I say, almost happy.

It’s a turning point kind of day. It’s the kind of day when you feel like there’s sun-shiny hope on the horizon. It’s a day when you’re feeling less half-empty and a little more half-full. Yeah, my sinuses are still screwed up and my neck and joints are achy, and my nose is a little runny, but who cares – a couple of margaritas will make it all go away.

It’s an I think I can actually see the end of winter on the horizon day. It’s a hose the salt off the cars day. It’s a finally get the icicle lights off the gutters day. It’s a let the kids ride their bikes on the driveway day. It’s a maybe my wife will let me set off some of those giant fireworks we bought on vacation in Pennsylvania kind of day.  

It’s the kind of day you feel charitable and warm toward your fellow humans. Hell, it’s such a fantastic day that I don’t even think a hunk of plastique rigged with a Patek watch timer, shoved inside a Hello Kitty lunch box and duct-taped to the bottom of the Evil Blimp‘s * car could make me feel any better.

Yup, it’s a good day. Just beautiful.

 *For those of you who were not regular listeners of my WAMH afternoon radio show circa 1994, the reference is to an indie seven inch I played frequently: Rush Limbaugh Evil Blimp by Neighborhood Texture Jam. Yeah, I hate that fat SOB. But even if he did explode today, I don’t think I could be any happier.