

We tapped the spiel in the hole in hopes that this weird winter would yet yield some sap. Grant eagerly applied his super sight deep into the tree to see if some would drip. And as in generations past, and as year and time no matter, with toil and worry no fret:...... DRIP........ DRIP..... it came, and always will...
Back in the home with my two little helper and then took D to a friends to get an assignment he forgot at school. Home for dinner and then I played carrom with J in the basement. Then all the boys joined in for some multiplayer iPhone games. Up and watched American Idol and played Scrabble with Marko.