Spring, Not Yet Sprung, or 53,453

Spring is officially five days old, but you couldn't tell that from the weather. We're not buried in snow like the folks downstate, but it's cold, dreary and spitting snow. Of course, this time last year we were running the air conditioners (literally) because of a string of 80+ degree days, so maybe we're a bit spoiled.

In other news, my high availability network at work is actually, well, highly-available. (Go team!) Perhaps not coincidentally, writing-program-related-activities have resumed at Gerrib's Word Factory and Sausage-House. Two new chapters laid down over the past few days, bringing the word count to 53,453.