sleet raze they predicted freezing rain. i was almost looking forward to the kind of racket that can convince you there's a feeble apocalypse going through the motions out there, if your head is in the right or wrong place when the storm hits. but the ice pellets smacked into the glass that lets me see the star we spin around with a lazy, loping gait, and it was all over almost as soon as it started. i slept better than i have at any point over the last two weeks, and though my dreams were no kinder to me than they've been in recent memory, i woke to the sound of a cardinal singing about the mysteries of meteorology. even the clouds are ready for spring to start living up to its reputation. 220330 what's it to you? who go blather from