Today's nothingness was spent in more orthodoxly spring behaviors. Lugging pots and dirt around East Village.  Stopping for coffee with Jesse on his work break. Watching some Netflix. Googling UTIs and wishing I could take a nap after only getting four hours of sleep last night. Due to said ailment. Fetching a package from the Knickerbocker Post Office. Getting quivery arms from pots and dirt. Deciding that those cancelled out the need to do my pushups today. Texting my mom. Checking in on the little siblings (The Littles). Making another Yorkshire pudding in the skillet. Emailing my future psychotherapist. Crying on the bus. Re-potting my monstera. Ok so maybe the re-potting was the only springlike behavior. Dreading church small group tonight and worrying that it may make my first therapy session tomorrow go worse... because of overexposure to people.