Early spring

is such a sharp contrast to last year's complete lack thereof, wouldn't you agree, fellow Haligonians? I felt slightly retarded for the sheer weather-euphoria I started experiencing on Saturday, but a couple of people I respect have assured me I'm not the only one who feels a mystical high in the March sun. Even better, everything is starting to move again.

At Keira's party on Saturday, Brensan and I talked about getting the Sunday night bike dinner posse back up and running. Today, after registering for spring-term French classes at the Alliance Française, I took my warhorse of a GT mountain bike over to Idealbikes for a tune-up. If we get the least bit of sun this weekend, I'll be hitting the trails. Rock!