On my way home from work Tuesday, I was driving slowly and weaving all over the road. I wasn't drunk. I was avoiding potholes.
Speaking of potholes. They are a harbinger of spring in Indiana and I saw a large flock of robins, another indicator that spring is near. One can only hope that they foretell and early return of warmer weather.
I know as sick as I am of the snow and cold weather, many people in the Northeast must be gnashing their teeth. They seem to have a blizzard once a week and I just read that some areas have blasted snowfall records that have stood for more than three quarters of a century.
It's suppose to snow here today. Less than an inch total. How am I going to miss the potholes if they're covered with snow?
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