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john
This morning when I woke up it was below zero. I have higher expectations of March than this. I WANT MARCH TO KNOW THAT I AM VERY DISSAPOINTED. In this part of the universe we say that March comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb. This year it has come in like a popcicle, hopefully it will go out like a french fry. Of course, If I start at my house and drive due south it can come in like a Wolverine and go out like a Bugeye (pardon me, I mean Buckeye, a bit of geographical bias slipping in).I don't care how it comes in and goes out, I am hoping that by April fool's day I can no longer walk across the lake. This dopey post brought to you courtesy of cabin fever. john