Salvo morning

Here in the Heartland, it's still February, but the calendar wasn't powerful enough to prevent a bombardment of hail this morning, followed by mega-thunder boomers and torrential rain. T.S. Eliot said April is the cruelest month. Well, hail and flooding in February just raised the bar. I planned a big day of work, but I think I'm going back to bed where I will dream of peaceful paddling in the North Woods, because I will be loading canoes with dogs and chickens and paddling a train of boats toward the hills this afternoon.