And since this so-called "winter" has really just been an extended mud season, there have been a lot of suppressed cuss words this year.
It has to dry out eventually, right? Right. Like in July.
* This post brought to you solely to appease those of you who would worry if I didn't post the day after talking about Cubby's illness. He's fine. Snotty and drippy and not sleeping entirely soundly, but fine.