But spring is still enjoyable. It's so nice to have fresh air in the house all day, pollen-laced or not. It's nice not to have to raise the setting on the thermostat when I take a shower (and remember to turn it back down afterward.) It's nice to sleep without a heavy blanket weighing me down. And it's nice that the evenings still get cool enough that I can use the oven without worrying about having the house overheated all night. Baked potatoes! I'm going to have one tonight, with lots of butter.
Today was the 108th anniversary of the great San Francisco earthquake. Once again Californians celebrated by not having another. We're really on not a roll.
Oh, I almost forgot: Look what they're doing for Easter in Seattle. Some people think it's sacrilegious, but I think it's just an evocation of what people say when they see the prices on the menu at that place.