It roars like a lion and doesn’t stop. Out like a lamb? I think the lion will eat it.

I’m not much of a sports fan, but hubby watched the UT men’s basketball team make it to the Sweet Sixteen. I don’t watch because I’m afraid to jinx them, although I’m not superstitious. Weird thing though, any time I watch my alma mater play any sport, they start losing. No basketball for me. I’ll get a safe play by play as he watches.

The thing with March is…it marches, a line of 31 bass drums lined up, mallets beating to the rhythm of time. Drum, thump-thump, drum, thump-thump until we’re done, staring at April left in its sound wake.

The beat goes on.