Spring Break.

Alright, friends and fans of weather, let's take stock of what we've got, where we are: it's nice enough outside to bring a tear to the eye. The windows are open in the house. The dog is walked. Certain, though not nearly all, of those things that bloom are blooming. I've got me a brand-new record album to listen to. I did the dishes, which feels nearly like an accomplishment. I am institutionally allowed to stay home from the puppet show for one full week. I have an idea about going out to sit on the porch. Perhaps with a beer.

Supposed to be nicer still tomorrow. Much more of this and I'll have to cut a finger just to make sure I still bleed.