Spring!

Spring is calling my name! It's beautiful here in Kansas City, just like I knew it would be...eventually. In retrospect, it was almost worth having that long cold spell, just to magnify my appreciation of this spring-like weather now. (Almost, I said...it was almost worth it.)

I'm going run out and shop for my cowboy boots this morning. I feel like a dork, running out and using my gift certificate when it's been only three days since the auction. But I'll get over it.

After that I'm going to take a long, long walk. A nice long walk without my Yak Trax, with no worries about slipping in the ice. And I won't be wearing a jacket, either.

Spring. I'm so happy it's coming, but it also brings me closer to the awful reality of the trial. I've become an expert at chasing it out of my mind. I think it's to my benefit that two years will have passed between the crime and my testimony. I think, I hope I will be less of an emotional wreck than I would have been if it had come sooner. But I worry that my guard is down, that I will be unprepared for the onslaught of emotions, memories, and fear that will certainly be a part of it. I just wish it was over. Only 97 days.