My sign of spring

We've had our snowiest winter in years here in Woodstock. This week it has finally been mild enough here to do some serious damage to the banks and, in the process, we found our March 5th Globe and Mail. Otherwise we might never have discovered that McCain had nailed down the Republican nomination.... Also, ya gotta love the header "Foie gras of the sea. Repulsive to the eye, sublime on the palate".
As Cousin 1 (by virtue of seniority) has pointed out, I've been remiss in my blogging duties of late. I have plenty of excuses - including 10 days of vertigo followed closely by a cold from hell which, touch wood, might be starting to wane.

I'm now looking forward to spring and eventually summer when I'll visit Cousin 2 and partner with Cousin 1. Ah yes, now that the rooms have stopped spinning an my nose has stopped running, life is good.