I think I can finally believe that spring is coming. 50 degrees beckoned me out to the garage porch and my rocker. I have big shoes to fill for the next week or so as Dennis and a life long friend, Lyle, left this morning for Nevada to each see their sons. The cats are going to, for sure, miss Dennis. His one-on-one conversations with each of them would have been quite the tapes to have listened to, if recorded. I assured him I would take care of myself until the little red pickup comes up the driveway and he is safe and sound.