Rain, smatters of snow, fierce winds, biting temperatures —  Blah.  You’d think it was winter.  I feel sorry for the birds who sit shivering in the trees, wondering what happened to spring.  Needless to say, I still haven’t got outside to dig up the garden.  I tried to go for a walk, but my face felt as if it was going to freeze and fall off.  I think I only did a mile before I gave up and went home.  I think I’ll just stay inside, go through my email, and work on my next book.