Last year it seemed like we didn't get any real summer weather until deep into August. Now, here we are in March with two 80 degree days in a row. If you don't have spring fever you better check your pulse. Cara was away on a college tour yesterday, and, you know, absence does make the heart grow fonder. Tonight we'll eat some quinoa cous cous with avocado and some brussel sprouts, then we'll watch a little How I Met Your Mother, talk about how blessed we are, give each other a peck and drift off to some dreamy sleep. Guess I wouldn't have guessed way back when that I would consider that a perfect evening, but that's how we roll up here in the hinterlands. That's how we roll...