Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
—Kris Kristofferson
Good morning from Minneapolis.
Quite early Sunday morning it's 17℉; overcast skies; fair barometer; light winds; visibility 10 miles at the airport.
- Today through Tuesday, temperatures warm each day, with highs in the 40s by Tuesday.
Back in the day, when we still watched broadcast television, we'd revel in seeing the seed corn, soybean, and fertilizer ads, in the promise that spring was on the way.
We've written off this winter.
