What an unusual winter. I'm sitting on a pinnic table outside Bob's BMW, reasonably comfortable, in mid-February. If it weren't for the breeze, it would be really nice. I can't wait for the service on the bike to be complete, then I'm off for parts west.
I've heard that we're in for a bumper crop of bugs this year, because the cold usually beats their numbers back over the winter. More ticks. Sigh.