Get up or roll over?

Today is one of those gleaming, grey-blue gunmetal mid-March days where you don't know quite what to do. It's cold and dank but the sun is warm. Bits of dead leaves and winter debris blow around your feet but the crocuses and daffodils are starting to push through the sloggy used-coffee-ground earth. It's a day that progresses with a sense of unreality, confusion, neither here nor there. A mixture of a vague sense of hope and fear. Not fear-fear, more a gnawing sense of annoyed dread like Monday morning when the alarm clock goes off tempered by the realization that maybe this is a short week or that you're going on vacation soon. Do you want to get up and tease the good from the muck or roll over and wait, hiding until the good part comes?

Then you realize you can't hide, you have to face the mixed bag times like this bring. You wobble around, grasping for something familiar to ease your way through it.

I'm making a pot of chili. How about you?