It's spring, the snow is melting, so there are piles of dirt and garbage everywhere. My allergies are acting up or out, or something. Then it tried to snow again today - but it didn't stick to the ground. I walked to and from work today. I can see an end, an end to winter.
Spring also means the last 6 weeks or so of television. I both love and hate season finales. They are some of the best episodes, great writing, acting, directing, and exciting plot devices. It also means we are closer to summer reruns - which I do not like. So it is happy, and sad.