I was sure I was in here this morning. It must have been a brain fart.
Not feeling really chatty these days - too many trials and tribulations around me - the curse of being a good listener!
Anyhow, spring is definitely coming - the Big Melt starts tomorrow! The frassing crows are back and the male goldfinches at the feeder are turning from olive to gold. Tomorrow the rink in my dog yard will turn to a lake and I'll be on wet paw duty. No griping about that when I examine the alternatives.
466? Where's our statistician to tell us if we're on track?


