Ramblings, While Waiting for a File

I haven't the gumption this morning to start an administrative task while waiting for an essential project file to packet through the ether.

So I thought of telling y'all (all three of you) that it smells like spring and dirt-waking-up outside, and the neighbor is having his roof torn off and replaced. Rosebud and I like our birthdays, because just about this time (hers is today and mine two weeks ago), it begins to seem that we'll make it through the winter. It's touch and go every year, see, and has a lot more to do with whether we shoveled enough snow to let the postman through and melted enough ice to keep litigious passers by appeased. What do you suppose it is that prevents people from fleeing Alaska, Siberia, and upper Minnesota en masse?

And now, the file, ladies and gentlemen. We therefore return you to your regularly scheduled programming.