The temperature rose above freezing this week just to tease us. Everything started to melt and crash to the ground around our house. For a moment, we thought that spring was on its way. All hope was dashed this morning, when it was 3 degrees again. I’m beginning to wonder if we are in another Ice Age. Maybe it’s time to get rid of my sandals and summer clothes. Or, perhaps, it’s time for a mass migration south. I call Manny’s back for the ride south. Just keep that crazy sloth Sid away from me. Have you seen any signs of spring yet?