Woo

It's blowing. I have to wear extra layers, so though I am moderately warmer waiting for the bus, I sweat inside. My feet are wet, a lot. I'm pale and sleepy. And bored. I am so sick of winter. But... the light at the end of the tunnel?

BASEBAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL

Pitchers and catchers, report. Friday. We get to see whose healthy, who shaved (so far Peaches lost his fuzz), who has a stupid beard, who needs a haircut and who got fat.