Today’s the anniversary of perhaps the best April Fool’s trick I ever played.

It’s also the start of April, which as I’ve mentioned before is the month that is always cause for some anxiety. I feel a slight tickle in my throat this morning, like the start of getting a cold or something. That was also the case two years ago, right before the brain tumors showed up. But, it is important to remember, also just like last April, when I was sick and there were no tumors. (If you’re going to connect the dots, it’s important to do so in a way that doesn’t make you sound like a conspiracy theorist.) I guess the safe conclusion is: I do tend to get sick in April. I do not always get cancer in April.

I finished up my first solid week of work as a translator. It felt good, and it was a hell of a lot of fun. But I did notice that the first casualty of having work to do was any sense of my day having a particular shape to it. I stayed in my pajamas way too long. I didn’t always eat well, and sometimes ate outrageously. I definitely didn’t exercise enough, and my back started hurting almost immediately as a result. The feeling of feast or famine, as a freelancer, is real.

But the weekend’s here. And I’m still not totally sick. Focus on the May flowers.