Today's that day when the Mother Nature turns the page on Winter and gives you that brief assurance that Spring really is coming. But it's also a day that is pretty awful in the land of the arthritic. Which means it's a good thing that it's Saturday so I can do things at a slow pace - like pick up the dog poo post-Winter freeze, sort through my socks, and watch an episode or two on Netflix. But it doesn't change the pain or the depression that comes with it. I hate that part of the pain - the depression taht I know is irrational and inflammation-induced that I just can't escape.