In which the weather is totally gorgeous.

I took this picture with my cell yesterday. It’s March and this is what’s happening outside. Spring!

I asked Gramma if there’d be another cold snap yet, and she declined to speculate. She never gives weather predictions; she just shrugs and says, “We’ll see. I’ve seen years when Les had his potatoes in by St. Patrick’s Day, and I’ve seen in snow in May.”

Perhaps my life isn’t much besides working and sleeping with occasional bright spots of music, but at least I’m not shivering my arse off in an ice storm. And the benefit of working is that not only am I paying off bills but I get to go to DC next month, just for the hell of it. Small favors, no?

In other news, I had two books in the mail this morning. Booyah!