The universe seems to have forgotten that we had a deal. The deal was, I would go through winter - even with tons and tons of snowfall in the most inconvenient schedule possible - and that I would do it with a nice face and good mood. And then the universe would make it to be springtime at my house. That was the deal. Here are some flowers I cut from next to the wellhouse yesterday - proof of my expectation of springtime. That's the season after winter. Because winter is not supposed to last for five months. Okay? That's the deal. Universe! That's the deal! .... Please?