I didn’t even *have* a “bracket” this year, so there went that. St. Patrick’s Day fell on a Saturday, which is kind of nice, while I was away from the noisier of my two roosts, which was a slight plus. Then again, April brings another round of checks to write, and who needs it? Baseball starts up, which is agreeable, but end of semester wrangliness also approaches. In sum, I think March is taking extra heat this year because of that 29th day of February, which you really can’t blame on any other month. My car passed the emissions part of its annual double-whammy inspection ordeal today, so I’ll let that be the proverbial seventeenth tie-breaker.
I’m bored *straight through* with April already, and haven’t even had lunch yet. Nothing that I can see for the next few weeks except for opportunities to disburse from the old exchecquer. Nobody ever called March the “cruoooelllest month” except for a bracket-busted college basketball fan. I’m straining to remember a selling-point for April. Maybe the Pennsylvania primary, which was exhilarating in ’08, and promises to be at least weirdly interesting this time around. And of course last year, when Historiann made a late-month swing through the Eastern provinces.