According to Momma (and the Esso Oil Co. calendar hanging on the back of our kitchen door), it was finally spring.
Goodbye, cold frosty mornings. A hearty hello to yellow bell (forsythia) bushes and jonquils, which were waking up in just about every yard along Chesterfield Avenue.
Trouble was, I had a real doozy of a cold, sniffles, coughing and a fever.
I felt terrible (except for the fact I was spending this Monday at home).