Today

I was going to put up some words to offset all the silliness below, but I'm tired of staring at this screen and have nothing left to give.  Polka'poose is nearly ready to meet us-- only a little over 2 weeks left.  My birthday is on April 15th, so perhaps then?  Sleep is fitful, life is full, and March marches away.  Snow is in the forecast next week, but, today, spring rises from the earth and flavors the breeze that comes through the open window.  

The words that matter--

He will swallow up death in victory, 

and the LORD GOD will wipe away tears from all of the faces;

and the rebuke of His people shall He take from off all the earth:

for the LORD hath spoken it.