Today is one of my favourite days of the year. Today is hope. Today is promise. Today is sunshine breaking over a rain-slicked highway. Today is the Friday morning of a hell-week but there’s only eight hours to go until the weekend and you don’t have any chores to do this weekend and you are gonna sit on your ass in your pyjamas and watch Battlestar Galactica while eating peanut butter straight out of the jar.

Today is March 1st. The month that Spring happens.

Yes. We do have a snowstorm coming tomorrow. Fuck it.

I’M DOING THE SPRING DANCE!

[Exuberantly-performed Spring Dance. The dance concludes with three somersaults.]

Yeah! That’s the Spring Dance! What’s that? Again?! Heck yeah!

[Even-more-exuberantly-performed Spring Dance. The dance concludes with three backwards somersaults and the splits.]

And now the pandas!

Oh YEEEEEEEAH! C’MON! EVERYBODY NOW!

[Internationally-performed Spring Dance at varying levels of exuberance. The dance concludes with the Netherlands doing three backwards somersaults, Qatar doing the splits, and Finland throwing in some jazz hands while holding sparklers. Nice addition, Finland!]

Awesome.