Remembering where I was last Easter makes me not want to get out of bed this Easter. Thankfully, I had the good sense to warn some friends that today would be bad and they’re there if/when I need them. How he managed to ruin both Easter and Christmas is this year’s miracle. Or maybe it’s just that I’m happy.I’ve had the covers over my head for nearly an hour, but I know he doesn’t care enough to hurt or even remember the echo of my presence. So, why should I be the one stuck like this? Best to get up and keep on going.