Spring is inevitable, but that doesn't mean arctic air has to like it. For the better part of the day, the entire region has been under a winter storm warning - at last notice, the warning is to expire three hours from now. Visibility is low, traffic is snarled, and nobody who's on the road wants to be there. Seconds after the boss phoned in an evacuation advisory, the office emptied of highway drivers; goodness knows they've got a busy late afternoon ahead of them.
I've postponed at least one errand until tomorrow. Now, come March, my blue chips slide over to Spring; if we had sunny skies and sixty degrees tomorrow, not to expect another flake of snow until October, I wouldn't complain a bit. But forgive me - all this makes me feel downright Christmassy.