the wild what color yonder?

Physical therapy is probably good for my shoulder, but it hurts. And it's cold, because the last order of business today was ten minutes of ice.

There really isn't a lot going on here today. I guess I picked a good day to be half an hour late due to PT.

I wish I could remember what I dreamed about last night, because I woke up with the impression that whatever it was had been interesting. All I remember was that it involved a red Saab convertible with a tan top, and somebody throwing a book they hadn't liked into a pond.

Apparently the old adages haven't looked at the calendar this year. Isn't it supposed to be April showers, not May showers?