Late spring took a reverse bunny hop backward toward early spring today, bring back clouds and wind and more of what we should expect during the first week in April. I’d been planning to make a trip to Trader Joe’s for supplies that I haven’t been able to find on my other two grocery outings this week, but in the end a third shopping trip sounded less inviting than a quick jaunt to the post office and back. I’ll do without the flaxseed meal for at least one more day. And who knows if Trader Joe’s even has it? Nobody else around here does.

Still, even with the clouds blotting out the sun every so often, casting a pall on the late morning and early afternoon, I was in a better mood than yesterday. On my way to the post office, instead of grousing at the other drivers as I’ve been doing all week, I let The Loft from the satellite radio waft its sunny sounds over me.

When you hear the Miracles, My Morning Jacket, and the Guggenheim Grotto back-to-back-to-back, it gives the day a glow. That’s the kind of variety I like in a radio station. You hear a lot about people’s eclectic musical tastes, but I’ll put myself up against anyone as far as actually living the stereotype.

And Steve Forbert. There’s no gloom a Steve Forbert song can’t dispel.

That left the rest of the day, and for once I made pretty good use of it. I’m content with what I accomplished today, even though in the grand scheme it doesn’t amount to much. All I can do is try to advance the cause a little each day, and try not to make things worse. Modest goals make success a lot easier to attain, and that makes it easier to live with yourself. Some days are neither diamonds nor stones. They’re just days, one more on the way to the next one.