Rapidly shifting seasons, for the line that separates spring and winter is but a slender reed, make Northeast life challenging. A few days ago the Wife and I huddled under a comforter, wore flannel pajamas and begged for heat. Today I’m cleaning out the filters on the air conditioner.

Now the landlord clangs away on his latest construction project – Buddhapuss Books first warehouse. After the second false start in as many weeks, it appears spring is here for real. Goodbye winter solstice, hello T-shirts.

To old man winter, I curse you. Do not darken my doorstep again for at least six months. You’ve feasted at this all you can eat buffet for too long, sir. Enough with your excuses, your comebacks, your pleadings. Your credit is no good here. You go now!