We do, perhaps, have a bit of blogging fatigue around these parts.
For myself, spring is just a mere, what, 17 days away. Oh yeah. Can’t wait. Get this ugly, dirty snow outta here.
Frank will be going into mourning then, pining away for the melted snow.
I shouldn’t speak for him, but I think there’s less than two months until graduation and last-term fatigue has set in; hence, the light blogging.
Cabin fever/graduation fever. Yeesh. The only content one around here is the beagle.
