Spring Fever

70 degrees, February 5, 6:00 PM. The sky is a wild, wavy red. I'm in my short pants. I just took TB to basketball practice with all the windows open. I cranked up the radio. It felt really, really good. TB asked me why we were going to practice and it was not dark yet. Ah! Spring is coming. T'hell with that groundhog. I'm ready now.

I feel like making a margarita. Too bad it's only Tuesday.

Can you tell I like warm weather? If I had to ditch one season of the four, it would be winter. If I could keep only one, it would be summer. But I do like the changes, particularly these little teases like today.