There are several signs of spring. The warming air, the first hints of flora, annual fauna, and springing forward into Daylight Saving Time. I’m waiting for the natural aspects of spring to appear, and on Sunday, I will begrudgingly lose an hour to gain more sun. In the interim, I have become cognizant of another personal marker of spring:

My social calendar.

For obvious reasons, my public out decrease along with the temperatures between November and February. Oh, I still go out. I’ve been to movies, caught a couple of shows, dinners with friends – uh, hello, I’m Raivenne, I don’t hibernate, but I do slow down.

I’ve looked at the past few years, and the pattern is the same. March may come in like a lion and leave like a lamb weather-wise, but for my social calendar, it is the exact opposite, and I love it.

Today is just the 6th, yet in the span of the past three days, I went from only having three outings this month to eight. And that’s just March. I have at least three outings for each month from now until January. Mind you, this does not include the larger events, such as a convention I’m attending in Atlanta in April, Las Vegas in November, and my annual birthday getaway in September

So it’s March, the event horses have begun lining up at the gate– .

— and the Le Raivenne [a.k.a. the Social Butterfly turned Mothra] is off!

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