A Front Row Seat

It's playoff time, which can only mean one thing. Actually, I suppose it could mean several things. For me, it means that winter has reared its ugly head, sending its evils straight to my head and throat. Convenient, I suppose, in that I get to watch more baseball from my couch than I would from my desk at work.

Another New York state weekend awaits, this time with plans to see Wilco at Skidmore with Eric, Shayna, Mike and Lisa on Friday night. On Saturday night, Jill and I will babysit Lauren when Kris and Ty go out for their fifth wedding anniversary.

30 weeks until Spring...