March is more in like a small duck.

The weather has begun to behave oddly. Storms blowing in but not the kind with the giant whooshing and boom. Minor boom. Too minor. Local meteorologists are a little worried it's too tame.

This stretch of days off gave me a chance to rest my legs, sure, but there are other issues. Like that mass. It's causing new problems.

Rather than think about that I'll focus on my writing, I think.