It's Monday again. I'm jealous of everyone in Pittsburgh who got to start their days two hours late. Thundersticks in the hands of a 3 year old are really loud in the morning. Harry still howls at the coffee grinder. Our dogwalker is more reliable than I am - I forgot to call him to get him back walking Harry, and when I called, he was already mid-walk with him. I shouldn't wear black because it's always covered in crap. The groundhog saw his shadow this morning. Pitchers and catchers report in 11 days. And the world continues to spin. These are all things I know.