March has determined it won’t go without a fight. So for a few more weeks at least I’ll wake up to a rumble in the stomach of the house as the furnace kicks on. All the tree trunks are rain black and we burn our tongues on ever present bowls of home made soup. It’s the 21st and 41º, colder and later than I thought I’d find myself by this time of year. This is the year that lightning struck twice but still couldn’t be bottled. (I’m recording for posterity.) And speaking of recording… The audition became a recording session. Once everything is mixed down I promise to re-enact Thursday tunes so that interested parties can hear. ~

Google Finance:stocks::Google Maps:going somewhere. Wow. If I had any money this is probably how I’d look at my stocks.