we wear a too small blue jumper like we tentatively try on small blue thoughts of spring. the clothes stand up in the cold. we saw a school bus burning down the street. our eyes water and the puddles freeze. if bloomberg gets in we know it wasn't the final trump. stay tuned, more to come, more to go, the ordeal is not yet done. yet mister had his water therapy yesterday and he moved more easily this morning. he even danced a green apple jig for me.