I caught up on some e-mail, then squandered the rest of the night in front of the television. The roads over the mountains are all closed. It's supposed to be partly cloudy today, but the morning sky looks entirely gray to me. This is no matter to the birds. They are chirping as though it were April. Foolish birds. They don't know that April changed places with March this year. I'm going to pile five blankets on my bed and go to sleep. Maybe it will clear up long enough for me to go for a walk this afternoon, if I wake up early. Rush, rush, rush.