Ah, It's the Perfect Day for a Celebration of Spring!

It's thirty-eight degrees here. Thirty-eight freakin' degrees! Fahrenheit!

And I still don't have heat, 'cause my furnace won't relight. That's it. I'm gonna go into the office and steal the little space heater I know we've got in there. Just as soon as I can get my bloodstream thawed out enough to bring oxygen to my brain.