Spring sprang right over me

The light returns and all we Alaskans do is grumble more. The stress upon our delicate circadian rhythms from Daylight Savings Time whiplash has us growling and huffing in our dens with a whole lot of cranky goin' on before we even get out of bed.

All we ever want is the return of The Light, and once it starts to shine, we scream, "It burns!".

Alaskans can't win when it comes to the seasons. It is always too much of something: cold, wet, light, dark (never really too hot, though. Darn.)

So we wait for our bio-rhythms to stabilize just long enough to get over the post-hibernation shakes, slather on the sunscreen and bug dope (insect repellent to the rest of the world), and get outside and do something, anything!, as long is it is NOT INDOORS.

We invented the phrase Cabin Fever, and the condition can be deadly - at least to brain cells.

In Alaska, Easter is better than Christmas. After Easter we can fish!