Spring is now upon us, and it’s long overdue. I had a great autumn but a mediocre winter. So I’m hoping on a wonderful spring and even better summer. I have nice trips lined up for the season: a junket to St. Louis for a half-marathon in April and a weeklong Army course in Atlanta a month later. I hope to park my melancholy ass under a Jacaranda tree in a park next to a glistening body of water. I’m going to soak up the sun as I read a book and ponder life’s riddles. Once I read my fill, I want to run through woodsy trails and meadows, smelling the lilac and feeling the sun on my back. Where do I go wrong?