Woke up this morning, glanced out the window, snow! Winter's last gasp, I can only hope.

I went out, and it was the strangest snow. The ground wasn't frozen, it wasn't all that cold, and the enormous flakes were just splashing down in the puddles, like they were rocks or something. I held my hand out to catch one, and it made a splash in my hand. It was like a snowflake with a raindrop inside, or a raindrop posing as a snowflake.

So after about the third entry in a row, I wrote Beth and said, "Hey! Not a word for a month, and suddenly when I'm on Lent and can't read your entries, you're Samuel Pepys? What up with that?" and she told me that it builds character and to suck it up and other mean things like that. At least, I think she did, because I wrote her from work and don't have the emails here, but I think that I am extemporizing only slightly.

The next day in her notify, she said:

"I've decided to update every day for the duration of Lent, so that Kymm will have plenty to read when she's done. If anyone else cares to join me, we could start a little Nibelung ring and put all the Lent entries in one place!"

Well, I laughed and thought that was funny, but then yesterday I get sent this! Look how many mean people are there, torturing me!! Although anything that can get Beth and Melissa and Jen and Spinny and Jette to write every day for forty days (well, 32 now) can only be a good thing.

But I want to read them noooooooow! Mean mean mean, I say!

I got a statement in the mail at work from one of our vendors, and they have a new logo and catch phrase, and the catch phrase is "Grasp the Proteome."

I could not stop laughing and showing it to everyone. "Grasp the Proteome! Grasp it, I say! But what if I don't want to grasp it? More importantly, what if it doesn't want to be grasped? How big is this proteome, anyway?"

I think everyone else got tired of it much faster than I did.

Today's horoscope:
You are more practical about people today (but don't turn people into a "chore" or burden). You can improve a relationship.

One year ago today:
Everyone keeps coming up to me and saying "Happy Birthday!" "Nope," I answer, "Dead cat."

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