I know I’m not alone in feeling like this has been a long, looooong month.

Supposedly March has 31 days, but I’m pretty sure that can’t be right. So I decided to make a more accurate version of the March calendar than the one that’s hanging on my wall.
You know what they say about March: in like a lion, out like a scene from Silence of the Lambs.
Historically, April has been one day shorter than March. All bets are off as to whether that will be the case this year.
I seem to be stuck on day 73. My daughter calls people in my age bracket ‘wrinklies’. Certainly my hands are.