Thursday, March 24
Gray grey gah-rey
So last week's signs of spring -- the mid-summer green of the yucca, the sparkling wind-driven blue skies, the meadowlark's song, the darker lawn green along sidewalks and drives where the extra snow gets piled -- is gone again. March is our snowiest month, and while we haven't had much snow except for the five or six inches two weekends ago, we got a swell blast of rain yesterday afternoon and today's supposed to be gray gray gray foggy gray until later, when more rain and snow is likely. A good day to stay inside and work on your novel, you say. Yes, I say, it is. But instead I'll go sit in my cubicle for the day. And then tonight I'm actually looking forward to seeing the NBC version of The Office, the BBC version of which was quite good. So see you on the otherside.
