It’s finally warming in Atlanta, this weekend taunted us with temps that felt like spring and for the bijillionth year in a row will surely confuse the tulips and azaleas and crepe myrtles. They’ll bloom, it’ll freeze again and there will be a collective “awwww” across the city at the same the trees and flowers haven’t caught on to Mother Nature and her dirty tricks by now.

It’s hard to type with frozen hands. Two space heaters in my cube don’t help, the cavity I had filled two weeks ago still hurts so much I’m only chewing with one side of my mouth. The Mc is down with a cold and I spent the better part of yesterday in a separate wing of the house because we’ve been unusually bit¢hy with each other for no good reason.

Riveting, I know.