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Ithaca, March 6th: It's almost springtime! The birds are singing! It's bright! It's sunny! It's...27 degrees outside. And there's a foot of snow on the ground.

This reminds me of when we lived in Tucson and when it got to be about October or so, all signs pointed to fall except for the blazing hot temperature. The sun got lower in the sky, it got dark earlier and earlier, what few leaves there were had fallen to the ground. And yet it was 95 degrees outside. It was so strange.

Is anyone out there experiencing spring yet? People in Tucson need not reply because I know you've already skipped ahead to summer.

Who needs sleep? Apparently, not my kids.

Flashback Friday: Shoeless Bridget Walker