Hey, bud

Know how sometimes someone says they'll call you at a certain time, and the call will be a certain length, so you don't start anything right beforehand because you have to be available for this important call? And then they don't call?

Yeah, I hate that. It happened this morning. But I guess I'm grateful I get back the hour I expected to spend on the phone.

Of course, now I'll have to reschedule this inconsiderate weasel again, because I still need the interview. If this wasn't the third or fourth time he'd blown me off, I might feel more generous toward him.

Anyhow ... I'm definitely grateful my crabapple tree is about to blossom. It's a couple weeks late this spring, but as you can see, it's just about ready to explode with color.