Blue Moon

A fairly moody version of "Blue Moon" by Elvis is warbling through my speakers while the sunshine pours down outside -- and the snow pulls back.

Friday, and I'm off. Tomorrow, too. Gotta love that. So I'm tidying things that have drifted sideways, sipping coffee and planning to shop a bit.

Though it is still cold here, the air smells like watery Spring. Birds are fluffing and fluttering about, all a-twitter. I'm stretching out, unwinding from nine days in a row.

TGIF, man. For sure...