Mr Greenspan's subject matter notwithstanding, I am feeling exuberant - irrationally so.
Is it the longer days?
Is it the warmer temperatures?
Maybe it is the perfume-filled air. The trees are beginning their spring extravaganza - flowers are appearing everywhere. I hear robins again, in the bushes and trees while I am waiting for the bus in the early morning. The dogwood at the building where I work, the explosion of flowers across the street are an herbivorous exclamation of joy! And Seattle is blanketed with pink from the plum trees blooming everywhere. How can I help but to emotionally chime in.
This euphoria has a name: Spring Fever. And I've got it, bad.