Recent Musings. . .

The incessant drip of March.  Everything is melting, drooping, crying with the weight of winter.  It drives us mad with its incessant drip drip drip on our ACs, our sills, our heads.  But if you can get past your hair-ripping anxiety, they are quite wonderful, these drips. They are winter throwing itself out of the sky, burrowing into the ground to make flowers.  We should give them a break. They are, after all, harbingers of Spring and working very hard to give us something to look forward to!  Dang, I just heard one …