winter blahs

I hate this time of year. Spring peaks it's head in just long enough for me to think that winter is over, then here come another blast of arctic air. I long for the sun on my face, grass between my toes, the sound of a bat hitting a ball. I love mornings with my coffee, a good book, and the birds singing to me. I think that it is getting to everyone. The mood around the hospital has been less than pleasant. Please Spring, hurry and arrive!!! For real!!