A lot of people really enjoy this exact time of year. Easter is a couple of weeks away, the days are longer, the sun is more present, and the weather is perfectly balanced between warm and breezy. For all intents and purposes, spring is the most perfect time of the year. 

However, for some reason, and this might be a problem just for yours truly, spring also has a really mean sense of humor. It’s like this season knows that everyone looks forward to it, so it tries to create all these complications to make it impossible to enjoy. 

For example, the weather this past weekend was beautiful, at least where I live. It was warm, but not hot, perfect for a nice park picnic on Saturday, with some snacks, drinks, and a good book. But is that what I did over the weekend? No, it is not. Why? Because I was in bed, sick, with probably the most belated cold of 2025.

If that’s not a mean sense of humor, I don’t know what is.