Sheesh!

See that date? May 25th. The twenty-fifth day of May. June is only a week away.

Now, traditionally, in northern parts of the continent, May is heralded as the beginning of spring, with the ritualistic doffing of clothing accompanied by the first stirrings of sun worship.

However, something terribly wrong is happening this year. There's a hush at the swimming pools and beaches that remain empty of visitors, the Swimco sales staff nervously peer out their windows, hoping someone, anyone, will enter the store, and even the old ladies with their stands of petunias and tomatoes are wondering where there customers are.

What has happened? Where are the spring celebrations? Have the terrorists declared war on the celebratory return of life and greenery to the region? Has Bill Gates finally taken over not only the virtual world, but the natural one as well, painting everything that godawful Microsoft blue?

No one knows.

All I know is that I was wearing my winter coat and gloves today and still felt cold, wet and miserable.

At least Star Wars last night was cool!