"I'm all right, Jack -- I'm inboard" is how my dear old Dad put it. Most definitely *not* a Mudcat theme song, and rarely heard (I'm sure) among the Mainiacs.

It's still snowing here. Edmund is out hunting and gathering, and we are actually almost ready for the final events of the Ottawa festive season -- a call on a sick friend, and the Chaplin family dinner.

Roll on Spring, say I. Like Kendall, I have always wondered why we celebrate New Year in the depth of winter. The first of May would be perfect.