The weather forcasters have been creating widespread panic with warnings of the coming snowstorm - two feet of it starting Saturday (3/3) night on into Sunday and probably for the rest of our lives. Saturday was slightly overcast with plenty of glimmers of sun and around 45 degrees F. While others stripped bare the market shelves, stocking up on bread, milk, and eggs (does everyone make French toast during a snowstorm?), I took a girlfriend to the preview of the Philadelphia Flower Show. It's the oldest and largest there is and it was just what I needed to get me through the grimmest part of winter. Yesterday it rained and today we have snow, ice, wind, and leaden skies but I don't care; I'm home from work. I've been to the flower show (I've got the t-shirt to prove it) and now I have hope that there will be spring. I can handle this.

Reen