March has not come in like a lion. If this be a lion it’s a Bert Lahrian lion, one entirely devoid of COURaaage. Daytime high temperatures have reached well into the 30s, and over 40 by week end if the forecasters are to be believed. By midday water, frozen by night, passes into the liquid phase, flooding streets and dripping from snow laden roofs like tears at a funeral, with comparable emotion, because even winter recognizes the dawn of its own demise.
Demise?
Ha — whatya wanna bet I just jinxed it! Watch, next week we’ll get a dump of 20 inches followed by two weeks of tyrannical cold. Now that would be a lion.
Been busy lately. Work accumulates like matter in a clogged drain when you’re away on vacation, and when suddenly relieved bursts forth in a squalid mess before even-flow is restored. This is what my desk looks like: many notes to self, two computers booted with disks whirring, emails begging my attention, forms to fill out for this ‘n that, conference call reminders, papers to read/review, grants to edit, software in need of attention…. etc. But busy is good. It’s an indication the Company is doing well, and we are doing well, especially with the hopeful news I heard yesterday, but like the fear of jinxing fair weather I shan’t say any more about that right now.
This leaves precious little time in the ordinary day for guitar learning, book reading, writing, walking Lucy and preparing the evening meal for me and Happy Wife, something I strive to do once weekly, mainly to relieve her of the quotidian chore she insists she loves to do — and I believe her — but also to stir the passions consonant with domestic Date Night.
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