It finally appears to be spring around here. At least for a few days. The leaves are bustin’ out all over and the grass is growing. A lot. To that end, I got the mower on the tractor yesterday afternoon (always a painful process – I think the Japanese guy who designed the Kubota belly mower never quite got over WWII) and even cut the grass. Well, some of the grass – the part outside of the dog containment area. I was just gonna cut a swath to make sure I had the thing on and working OK, but then I figured I might as well carry on for a bit. I’d have carried on, but that would have required a serious dog hole and rock patrol (they like to pull rocks out of the sump pond so they can chew on them), and I wasn’t up for that. So I decided I’d spend some quality time sitting on the deck and not drinking beer. As soon as I got settled in, I had a work thing come up and that was the end of that. It was nice while it lasted.

The wife is rather thoughtlessly taking a few days off work, relegating me to public transportation like a common person for the next week or so. I don’t mind the bus, so much, but the late bus is almost always late, and even when it’s on time it means I don’t get home until damn near bedtime. But it’s supposed to be warm and sunny, so at least it’ll be pleasant hanging out at the bus stop. Especially if the pigeons haven’t managed to shit all over the picnic tables yet.

The only good thing about taking the bus into work is that I have a little bit more time in the morning before I have to leave the house. But I guess my time is up, so I better get going.

Oh, I almost forgot. Happy Birthday to my mom, who would have been 93 today. You can say astrology is bunk all you want, but you’ll never find a better example of Taurus the Bull than she was. Sorry to have been such a Scorpio to ya, mom.

I have not been feeling very well the past few days. Just a bit of a cold – nothing major or life-threatening (at least, I hope not. I can imagine relating the story down the road, “it all started out with cold symptoms – boy was I surprised when it turned out to be meningitis!”), but the usual crappy cold-like symptoms – headache, sore throat, drippy nose (that’s got to be to illness what fungus gnats are to etymology). Not enough to put you down for the count (or even justify calling in sick) – just enough to piss you off and make you feel irritable and crappy.

Then, in addition to the general Trumpian cloud of despair that we find ourselves living under (fun fact, Trump Jr says he wants to run for Governor, because NYC mayor isn’t good enough for him. Now there’s a thrilling idea for my fellow NYers. I’d dismiss it as a sick joke of an idea that could never happen, but….), I went to let the dogs out at 4:00 this morning, and was greeted by a couple inches of snow on the ground. Well, isn’t that special.

Now, it’s certainly not unheard of for that to happen around here in April, it was definitely an unwelcome (and unexpected – I’d heard there might be some snow, but I was thinking a few flakes in the air, not actual accumulation) sight.

I mean, I feel like shit to begin with, I have to hear about President Ass Wipe every day, there’s potential for Governor Baby Wipe, and now it’s fucking snowing. How much am I supposed to be expected to deal with before I snap?

Well, at least it’s Friday. And it looks like we have a new war or two to look forward to (not to mention all the upcoming “how manly and presidential that Trump guy is” news stories that we’re about to be inundated with).

I sure picked a bad year to quit drinking beer.