It only took two warm days for me to forget that winter exists. Two days of sun and suddenly I’m emotionally invested in humanity again. The flowers are sunbathing like influencers on a luxury holiday. The bugs are back from the dead. The birds are screaming motivational speeches at 5 a.m. Spring is a manipulative…

I’m currently burrito-wrapped in blankets, perfectly cuddled into bed, with a sausage dog guarding my legs like a very low-budget security system. My husband is already asleep, a talent I deeply respect and mildly resent, the kids are tucked away in their rooms, and the cat has claimed her tiny throne like the fluffy dictator she…