Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Hello Spring

Wait, what's that? It isn't spring, you say? Well, maybe not in Boston, where it has been snowing for ages now, but, here in Petticoat Junction, the signs of spring are everywhere.

-Temperatures in the mid sixties? Check.

-Sunshine, cloudless skies, and a mild breeze? Check.

-Cute wedges magically appearing on store shelves? Check (Check and double-check).

-Inexplicable desire to take an afternoon stroll wearing nothing but a light jacket (Over my clothing; I'm not a streaker or anything)? Check.

-First baseball fundraiser of the season planned and ready to execute? Check.

-Capri pants taking the place of slacks in the office? Check.

Yep. Springtime in the Rockies.

Of course, the real proof will come in the next couple of weeks, when we encounter freezing temperatures, blizzard-like conditions and gusting winds, followed by warm temperatures, rain, and, the return of mud. All within days-sometimes hours-of each other.

That, my friends, is the true description of a Colorado spring.

Speaking of Spring, the Man-Cub is anxiously awaiting spring break, for nothing more than the opportunity to sleep in each morning. The child, it is safe to say, is exhausted. I can't blame him, he's up early every day and he runs ninety miles an hour down a basketball court for two hours after completing a full school day. In addition, he currently has a cold, which is interfering with the quality of sleep that he does manage to get. I feel for the kid.

I have a bit of a cold, myself. This afternoon, I had such a terrible sinus headache, I spent the better part of an hour wishing for the sweet release of death. I briefly considered taking the afternoon off, but, with Paris looming on the horizon, I am reluctant to use my PTO. I burned a lot of vacation time in October and November, so I am hoarding my vacation days like a squirrel hoard nuts for the winter.

But, let's not talk about winter; it is springtime, after all.

At least, that's what I've been trying to say.

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