It's sunny outside but not quite nice. It's cold. Twenty-six degrees, not unheard of for the middle of March in Missouri but we were starting to get used to having some warmer weather. If you don't believe me, ask the daffodils.

In a matter of half a day, we went from warm breezes (gusts) to a line of thunderstorms that were spinning out small tornadoes from Arkansas up to Chicago, to an inch of rain, and then to snow. That makes nearly five inches of rain this month, most of in the last ten days.

There is water in the ductwork below the basement floor in one corner of the house again, for the second spring in a row, only our second spring in this house. I have taken measures to try to keep the water out. It seems like it's a matter of finding the water outside the house, and redirecting it before it can trickle in/pool at that corner of the house. Tales of the Underground, Tales from the Aqueduct.

The Chem Krush is just fine. In previous sessions it felt heavy to me, for a sativa. But those were five o'clock or six o'clock smokes with alcohol involved. I had about a quarter of a gram of grind in this bowl.

There are birds around. White-throated sparrows, Downy woodpeckers, White-breasted nuthatches, Mourning doves, Eastern bluebirds, Tufted titmice, House Finches, Hairy woodpeckers, Red-bellied woodpeckers, Dark-eyed Juncos, Northern cardinals, and an Eastern Phoebe looking for a place to put her nest. All are winter residents except for the Phoebe.

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