Snow is in the forecast . . . again, my poor baby Mopsy is sick on the eve of her first birthday, and Lent just seems very long to me today. Spring feels far away.
So I'm fighting back the protracted winter blahs with this:
I've never been a superfan of The Beatles. I like most of their songs, but I've always been able to take them or leave them depending on my mood.
But George? I could watch George play the guitar all day long.
Come on, sun, we need you.