Oh, Spring, you deceptive tease!  For the past week or so, D.C. has been enjoying beautiful weather.  I mean coatless, you-could-wear-shorts-if-it-didn’t-make-you-look-like-a-dork weather (my apologies to those readers still shoveling out from their last polar freeze). 

While the weather lasted, Dom and I took a lot of walks.  We ran into neighbors we haven’t seen since the first frost.  We went to eat at our favorite restaurant around the corner, and we made a few trips to the nearby grocery store so Dom could play hopscotch in their freezer section (I even jumped the hopscotch grid a few times).

Then came the wind, which made the comfortable temperatures not quite as comfortable and apparently brought Winter back.  And made normally intelligent people not quite as smart.  For instance, the tree trimmers who decided that 40 m.p.h. winds were perfect for climbing into a bucket with a power saw.  I watched out the window as they were slapped by branches from all sides, and I was honestly waiting for someone to yell, “My eye!  My eye!” 

But back to the subject at hand.  Spring.  I will miss you.  And, honestly, you need to stop taking orders from that damned rodent, Phil.  He lives in a hole.  Honestly – what can he possibly do to you?