February in Nebraska is a weary month for me. Tired of the snow. Tired of being cold, especially in my drafty house. Some call it Cabin Fever. I just call it sick of winter. All the glossy seed catalogs that have been showing up since December that overfill the shoe box under my reading chair that should serve to remind me that Spring is inevitable, instead make me realize why Northerners eventually move to Arizona.
In the same vein, nothing new to report this week, except that I’m glad I’m not one of the guys working on the roof support. My hat’s off to those guys. Ten degrees and they still put in their 8-hour day.