I quote this deathless sentiment that George Constanza spoke when thinking of a way to postpone his upcoming nuptials. As evidenced in my recent post of the mallard photo, life is returning to Southern New England. This exhibits itself in a random walk up and down the thermometer and barometer. We’ll have 70 degrees F followed by a foot of snow and back again in dizzying alternation. It’s very much as if a spiteful nature deity is heaping abuse on the home of the staunchest believers in global warming. Of course, we innocent bystanders also suffer but shoveling wet heavy snow is good for the soul. Anyway, without a doubt, spring is in the air. Plants and animals are stirring and even I, your ancient but faithful chronicler of all things interesting to the deplorable, is feeling 17% spryer.
So, in the interest of full disclosure I’ll be taking a little trip between the Sixteenth and Twenty First of March. During this interval, I will be both frequently outside of wi-fi range and too occupied with death-defying heroics to post. I will do my best to provide some content but I fear it will be sub-par in both quantity and quality. I apologize in advance and beg your patience. I am hopeful that the trip will provide a goodly stock of interesting photos and narrative. Until then I will endeavor to provide the usual mixture of irascible political opinion, sophomoric parody, self-important book, music and film reviews and general harping on the foibles of human behavior.
And right on queue a foot of snow was dumped on us last night. Apparently snow holds no terrors for the mallards but the weather gods are certainly making it difficult for me to get to work. Guess I’ll just work from home today.