I'm just back from Atlanta this morning. I got a taste of Georgia spring this weekend. It was 70 and perfect, not a cloud in the sky. (until last night when there was the scariest thunder storm ever). My soul wass filled with dread heading back because I'm not sure how much more winter I can take, New York City. I need the sun. I need to wear sandals. I need to sit outside. Let's do this thing already. Winter has been kind of a dick this year and he has certainly hung around for long enough. Uncle. UNCLE!