Well, as has become typical of mid-semester "vacations," Spring Break very nearly sneaked up on me.

Practically speaking, no, it didn't. I have plans - have train tickets to go visit family, even remembered to ask someone to water the little seed-bank plants in my absence. But emotionally speaking, yes. I'm not in vacation mode. Or at least I wasn't until this morning.

Part if it is that it actually feels like spring out there - we had the first real rainfall (with thunderstorms) for several months last night, and the world has that washed-clean smell and feel that I associate with spring. And the temperatures are more normal for spring - no more of this muggy-low-80s with a wind out of the southwest. (I can see now why some of the early pioneer women went crazy from the wind. It does kind of eat at your soul. It would be even moreso if you were out in it all the time, or if you were in a poorly-chinked log cabin where dust came whistling through the holes on a regular basis.)

And part of it is the realization: I don't need to plan for next week. I don't need to get copies made, or quizzes written, or plan for the seemingly million afternoon and evening meetings I always have.

So now, it's beginning to sink in that it's almost Spring Break. Which means, planning on what projects to take. I know Samus will be one of them, and the ongoing socks (the "Gentleman's Winter Socks" and the Dublin Bay socks which I have not worked on since I posted that photo). Maybe some yarn I have for mittens, although I'm kind of out of "winter body covering" mode because it's been so warm.