Morning

Weather: 23 degrees (feels like 20); a few clouds
Mood: Strangely good.
Listening to: Blowers
Where am I? Work

Sparky turns 12, in about 13 hours. We're not celebrating till Saturday; mid-week birthdays kind of suck.

I'm listening to Hoot on my car CD player. It is a bit of a hoot, actually. Alligators in the....no, you'll have to read it yourself.

I heard a bird in the tree outside the library this morning. It stopped me in my tracks, that brave, silly critter singing his lungs out for a probably non-existent girlfriend while two feet of dirty snow lies everywhere on the ground. I listened for a few seconds, then smiled his direction and told him he was nuts. But in a good way.

Spring is coming. But not in February. Not here. Not this year.