The predicted highs for the warm days coming up next week keep getting higher. Thursday is now up to 76 degrees, and Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday are all predicted to have highs of 74. Downright toasty, that is. The anticipation of that is making it easier to get through these last few cold nights. It's supposed to get down to 34 tonight. I'm so glad the cold will soon be over. I need a time of mildness to prepare myself to kvetch properly about how hot it will be getting in a few weeks.
The local PBS station has returned to its pre-begathon schedule, so I got to see English people murder one another tonight. Actually it was only one Englishman murdering his wife, but it's probably best that I ease back into it after some weeks without English murder. Overindulging can be hazardous when one has been starved.
My goodness, I almost forgot that I'd written anything tonight when I got distracted and then almost fell asleep on the couch. Does that sentence make sense? Does anything I say? The almost-nap was probably trying to tell me something. I'll listen.
Oh, I heard swans flying north last time I was outside. Spring is surely here at last.