No Spring Fever

I took this photo last week when I thought maybe Spring would arrive any minute. This is all the Spring we've had here in Rhode Island, small maddening signs that promise more than they deliver. At least the snow plow guy came and took his markers away. That's a good sign, right? Today should be another gray 40ish ho-hum day.

It seems some of you were worried about my cold morphing into an exotic opportunistic disease. And why not? That's what I've become accustomed to. I'm pleased to report that the cold is losing the battle. Marty took my temp all weekend, not with a thermometer but the old-school lips-to-forehead technique he swears by. I remain as cool as a cucumber.

Now, if we could just spring Spring ...