I believe I am responsible for the fuck March thing for the past four years or so. It's traditionally been a bit of a cursed month for me. This year, though, I'm so beat up from the previous 12 months that I need to believe the curse has broken.

I'm not up anywhere near Fuck-March proportions -- the worst I can say is that it isn't starting out promising.

Still, February ended pretty nicely, so maybe March can still step up its game.

::glares challengingly at March::

I was surprised to exit the restaurant to find it snowing last night.

I might not have been paying attention to the world much this week.

Reporting in freezing rain/sleet from Athens GA. Yes, mr. flea is going out to the grocery store in a minute. Let's hope there's no regional panic.

In other news, Dillo just bit Casper and broke the skin. Ah, children.

We have no snow, nor biting children. Pretty quite here. The guys all went with my SIL to see the Globetrotters. It is very quite in my house. I'm weighing the choices of housework or reading.

My sleet turned to big fluffy snow, flea, and it looks like it's heading your way. I hope Dillo will be able to take out the rest of his aggression with snowballs.

We have about an inch of snow and still falling moderately. Very wet - Casper is soaked after 45 minutes outside.

Of the 5 neighborhood children surveyed, 3 do not own any mittens. (Not counting my own kids, who do own mittens.) Nobody owns boots beyond rain boots.

Our snow lasted about an hour and didn't stick. But still - March 1st? SERIOUSLY, UNIVERSE? THIS IS HOW YOU WANT TO START??

It's still snowing here. It is very wet. I went out for a few minutes and my hair was soaked. It also keeps falling off the trees in loud glops. After initial reservations, Mr Peabody was entertained by the snow, which he believed was hiding interesting things. He was clearly happier about it than the rain.

Here it's bright and sunny, so the snow that fell (but didn't stick to the streets) yesterday has now become a giant reflector to sear my retinas.