Spring has arrived, and with it a dumping of snow on the mountains surrounding Las Vegas. Weird, huh? I think so.

Love Like That is again climbing the ranks of Amazon.com. Not so strange, maybe, since my research yields that it is adored by seventeen-year-olds near and far.

Only the Lucky has driven me to the brink of insanity (i.e., turned me into a raging drunk), so I think I’ll put it aside for a while and conservatively sip of the grape as I get back to writing something that doesn’t make me want to run down the street screaming my head off.

My hair needs a trim but I’m not that crazy. If it’s between looking like George of the Jungle or George Michael, I think I’ll soon be swinging from vines.