It snowed again last night! What in the heck. Last weekend I was driving around in the convertible, enjoying the mid-seventies, and now this? Further evidence of the universe’s conspiracy against me. I was warned against getting drawn in by the “Fool’s Spring” season, but I bought into it anyway. It’s a harsh switch, to be sure.

Yes, I missed updating this yesterday. This was a valid miss, as it was a national holiday. I’m not sure what that means, since I didn’t get the day off, but I’m gonna roll with it. Another reason might be that I just forgot. I don’t have much to work with anyway. If I go all the way back to Valentine’s Day, we joined two other couples for a great dinner at home. We had probably the fanciest charcuterie plate I’ve ever seen to kick the meal off, then fantastic salads, then a prettied-up short rib Shepard’s pie. Great dinner. Then, this past weekend we had friends up for dinner at our house. Monster-ribeyes were on sale, so I went with that. The one I picked out came in at a gluttonous 3 pounds, it fed the four of us easily. We rounded out the weekend with a little wine tasting at some local spots. Seemed like a great idea with the sunny, warm weather, and the end of football season. Apparently, everybody else had the same idea though, it was a little busy for my liking. We actually bailed out of one of our favorite spots, felt a little sorry for the staff. They were just getting crushed, and it was obvious it was going to take longer than we cared to wait.