& I feel pissy.
all day the sky has been various shades of gray. in between nasty winds & some cold rain there was a cameo of sun. nothing on tv but car racing & religious babble & those loonies in Congress. I tried to post some pix here but cdn't get Hello to function.
then in the middle of such malaise I rec'd an e from Richard Lopez responding to my bartender reverie with the Thom Gunn poem that begins Bartending is a branch of show business.
nothing like a vision of perky nipples to welcome spring.