Okay…maybe I’m jumping the gun a bit here. But March should at least be somewhat Spring-like, or slightly Spring-esque…I’d even be happy with pseudo Spring-ish.
But nooooooooooooooooo…there were about four inches of heavy wet snow on the ground when I got up yesterday morning, and we probably got another two inches overnight last night. So much for my plan to resume biking to the central station this month.
Plus, after surviving the entire winter with barely a sniffle, I seem to be losing my battle to keep from coming down with a chest cold. I’ve been pounding Vitamin C and Echinacea for two days now, but I don’t think I started the regimen early enough to catch the preventation wave. Then, just to add to the merriment, tonight my voice started sounding like Peter Brady in the infamous "Peter hits Puberty" episode of the Brady Bunch.
Work is going to be fun tomorrow.