We've suffered two nasty storms in the past six days, so there's no doubt that March came charging in like a Lion.

There's also no doubt that I'm sick and tired of winter. Not the days spent at my computer or even housebound, but I'm tired of going out in the bone-chilling cold to run what few errands I feel compelled to make.

Okay, I've got a couple of big heavy sweaters, and I've got a nice little heater in my office, but I'm tired of telling the cats "no, you can't go into the porch today." I'm tired of shoveling snow that the plow and the snowblower can't remove. I love the changing seasons but it's time for winter to give way to spring.

According to the calendar that should happen in 13 days.

It won't come soon enough.