Run, Run, Run, Run Away

I am in my secret lair on the edge of the continent reviewing plans for world domination. The first step will be getting a haircut. The view out the window from where I sit is of bare trees with the faintest hint of red which means  they are close to budding though not actually budding, which means they are close to not being just bare trees anymore.  I am much relieved--it's the second week of March and we had snow yesterday. It's time for winter to move on, please.

Something depressing happened