Thursday, March 06, 2003

A friend writes:

I'm a slave to my couch. I love it so. I barely get off it. This is terrible! Wonderful, terrible couch.

I know what he means. Right now I am ready to strangle Mother Nature with a length of telephone cord for giving us another six inches of snow. It is March. In my book, it is spring...or at least Mud Season, as we called it growing up. I am ready for a change of scenery.