27 February 2002 - 2:23 p.m.

Wow. I've always wanted to be a muse. :-)

The snow was still coming down this morning (and the local grade schools are closed - Marlo had her husband drive her to work), but just a few minutes ago, on my way back from lunch, I saw a red-breasted robin hop-flying across the road.

One year ago, the Beautiful Young Man said to me, "if it kills you, we'll go get something else..."