Well, today it's heading for the mid-60s and it's mostly sunny. What a gorgeous day! The past three have been noteworthy, I must say.

Yesterday I made it out for a 14.5 mile bike ride. Nothing too strenuous, but as I tell myself, at this time of year, all miles are good. (I tell myself that at all times of the year, of course.) The day before I toodled around town a bit, and the day before that, I got in 10 miles . . . so I think training for PALM has begun.

And we've begun a smattering of spring cleaning. It could be prelude to selling the house, but if I think of it that way, I grind to a complete halt, so I can't think of it in those terms. (Both of us are discovering that the more we straighten up, the less inclined we feel to move.) I took a bunch of junk to the dump yesterday (including defunct appliances, which have been gathering dust around here because it costs money to recycle them). Today we washed the windows in the sunroom and also washed the aluminum siding on the front of the house. Maybe after lunch I'll wash the cars . . .

Yesterday, I also cast on the sleeves for that sweater I've been working on all winter (intermittently). That's not a spring thing, but it is a tidying-up thing. I straightened a closet last weekend, and now have a nice space in which to put all my knitting, so if I don't finish the sweater for a while it's not tragic, but the sense of completion would be nice.

Emil's been working on Charlie's room - or, the room formerly known as Charlie's, I guess. He's patched the ceiling and is getting ready to paint . . . then after Charlie's room is done, Em will move in there, her room will be painted, and maybe it'll become a study. I can see why parents never disturb their children's rooms when they leave home; it's weirdly traumatic. Charlie took half his furniture (leaving half, that means), and his room has needed a paint job ever since a few summers ago, when he painted it very sloppily and ghastly green . . . So it really needs immediate attention, but it does feel weird. And of course he can move back in there at any time, but still.

And actually, I think this is enough disruption for a while. I'm surprised at how traumatized I feel about all the changes swirling around us; I think of myself as an adventurous person, but perhaps I used to be adventurous. Or maybe I just imagine myself as being very different than I really am. But at the moment I don't want to move; I don't want anything else to change. So we'll see . . . One day at a time.

Well, I better get to my schoolwork. Hope the weather is just as pleasant on the other end of the screen as it is here, and that everyone's enjoying a lazy Sunday . . .