After weeks of (albeit much needed) rain, spring has suddenly sprung upon us here in the desert. Pleasant sunny days abound. The daffodils are out. The croci are already getting old. I took a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood with the wife and kids this afternoon. First time I've done that in months. And as I type, a cool gentle breeze wafts over my desk through the window that I'm opening for the first time since October or November (not including January's unfortunate diaper-changing incident when I had to get the reek out of the office). Spring and fall are definitely the best seasons, in my opinion. Summer is always too hot. In the spring there's baseball and blossoms. In the fall there's football and the turning of the leaves. Nice.