Milestones

We appear to have reached, nay, surpassed the 50F mark today. This would be the first such occasion in months. The winter is melting and running down the gutters. Still no corpses found, unless you count the occasional stray cat or pigeon. Note to spring flower photo posters -- our crocuses have not yet even budded, although the neighbor across the street has actual physical blooms.

Meanwhile, if the story slows down, send in a guy with a gun. Some bad people are about to find out that a certain fat old brown-skinned witch has a Panzer division behind her. Chapter proceeds, 25 out of a probable 30.