Ah, the glorious transition from Old Man Winter's frosty grip to the balmy embrace of Spring, or as I like to call it, the season of emotional turbulence! We're stuck in that awkward phase, "In Between," where the only thing blooming is my existential crisis. The Snow Moon is out there, looking all beautiful while I try to figure out if I'm supposed to be hibernating or preparing my garden.

Everyone's feeling "otherworldly," and by that, I mean we’re all just a little cranky and moody. As if the Sun’s return is some magical elixir for our sanity—spoiler alert: it isn’t! But hey, let’s take those walks with our pups while we thank the