It's not actually, literally. It's cold, one day before spring and we're having another one of those lovely freezes, and we had some snow, which is still lying around all hard and icy, but i wasn't actually writing about that. I was talking metaphorically. It's not raining metaphorically either, let alone pouring but it is, hmm, which one is the more modest, showers or light rain? I don't know. It might be drizzling. It could turn into rain but I don't want to count my chickens to add in another overused cliche to the mix, before they've, yanno, what chickens do. So some stuff is going on and there's other potential stuff. This time among the lots of potential stuff there are a few confirmed things so I can breathe for a minute. Only a minute though. Nothing too spectacular and not that much of it but for me, this is.. well, it's fucking pouring. Pouring I tell you!!!! Don't worry I'll be back to whining about something soon enough, I might even show up here to do it.