Spring is here and I'm writing again. Thank heavens for that. I'm not sure what happened during the dark cold Winter months. But there's little point dwelling on that. As the days gradually lengthen and become warmer, blossum adorns the stark boughs, and I find that my words are also starting to bloom in what was temporarily a barren wasteland. It's partly improved discipline -- I know that -- brought on by that arbitrary date that marks the passing of Winter. But I also think it's a general lightening of heart, the result of many factors: new challenges, new achievements, new goals.