It's OK, though, spring is close. If you listen, you can hear the difference in the bird song.
Today, I was thinking of flowers, and planting. I could almost imagine digging in the dirt.
But you know me, right? I am a fool for color, and it sustains me.
It makes it easier to wait for the weather to get better.
And dreaming of gardening doesn't hurt, either.
Watching Real Time with Bill Maher. American Idol sacked another one.
And I have moved on to The Girl Who Plays with Fire.
Life is good in the northeast.