I am convinced I’m part bear. Or maybe part frog. Somewhere in the recesses of my DNA exists the hibernation gene, the one that makes me curl up in bed all winter with a good book, emerging only to refresh my coffee and get a new book. The longer days means more sunshine peeks into my boudoir cave and I am grateful. Spring brings new growth, flowers and eventually strawberries so I can make strawberry shortcake with real whipped cream. That’s worth getting out of bed. What’s your reason?