Happy St. Patrick's Day

We got a couple of inches of snow. Daffodils have started to bloom; something is sweet about the snow and the daffodils. Almost a promise that spring is truly coming. We are optimists--taking this snow to be our last. Well, Jeff has declared it spring. It's official.

The groundhogs are out like cats. Isn't that a sign?

St. Patrick's Day is a non-event for us non-drinkers. I've spent the day re-organizing things at work. Anything not to think about the Guinness and the Irish Whiskey. I can hear the whooping every once-in-a-while: drunks coming home. I've gotten through it and off to bed now. Good night.