So, Paris. Paris was great. The weather was lovely, it was great to see my folks, and I had a much better time than the last time I was in Paris so I don't hate it anymore. Good times.

Coming home from Paris and immediately coming down with some variation of the stomach flu that required me to stay in bed and moan for two days was not great, not lovely, and not good times. But, you take the good with the bad I suppose. And right now, the bad really outweighs the good.

I mean, the days are getting longer, so it is now light when I leave the house in the morning and when I get home in the evening. I found an awesome chicken recipe and an awesome salmon recipe last week. We went out for drinks and dinner in London on Friday night just because we felt like it. I had a great evening on Saturday hanging out with friends, and another good friend arrived in town today from Australia via Canada. And this weekend didn't involve anything moving related for the first time in ages.

It's spring…it's out there. And even if it's still below freezing every night and I have to wear my hat every day on the walk to the train station, it feels like it won't last forever. Like winter will actually end and things will just generally be more pleasant. And that makes everything better.