Every winter feels just a bit harder to get through. Mid-march, and still there's two foot of snow outside my window. Still waiting for the sun, still waiting for just a day, just one day of real warmth. I'd pay any amount of money to see something green and growing. Winter will end eventually, I know, but days like today it's damn hard to believe. Just have to sit tight and hope. Focus on the things that keep me going. A few good friends, a bottle or three of a good homebrew, an old, well-thumbed copy of Down and Out in Paris and London, and god dammit, life is worth living. For a few days more, at least.

The ravens were out in force today, sex-crazed and raucous. A good sign.