I've heard rumors some songbirds are returning, but I hadn't heard any of them until yesterday. It's such a bad idea for them to come back in February when there's a polar vortex going on, but it's funny how you don't realize how silent winter is until a gaggle of loudmouth birds set up shop in the pine tree outside your window. And your little black cat sees them and races around the house like he just shot up crack. And you look up from the golf ball you've been using to massage your plantar fascia because it's pissed at you from too many treadmill miles instead of running outside, but you can't run outside because of frostbite and falling to your death on black ice.

So anyway, I heard birds. 

And though I know the East Coast is setting up for another snow dump that might threaten Beloved's return to Kansas City, at least I got to tell him about this:

I think we might have to go outside and play, according to DJ Nibbles.