Got to love it—March! "Bring it on, Bitch!" as said by the Pinkman.
How 'bout it. That's what I meant when you reach a point in the winter when 20 is sweatshirt weather, and you don't care anymore WHAT winter brings, and shoveling a few hundred feet of drifted-in driveway becomes "quality time with the kids".
Redwings and blackbirds are back, to join the grackles.
Someday tell me the story of the Pinkman.

