There's something wrong with me.

As usual, spring in Baltimore lasted about five minutes. Some of the cherry blossoms are still on the trees, and yet we're expecting a high of 86 degrees today. Normal people are thinking about hiking and gardening and swimming.

Or they're thinking about work; for example, I have a grant revision to put together posthaste. I could be thinking about that.

What am I thinking about instead? I came up with an idea for next year's Christmas pageant this morning.

(Although it might be over the kids' heads and/or too gooey. I'll need to let it marinate. You know, at least until SUMMER.)