drip... drip..... drip.. drip

That's what I hear. The soothing but yet irritating sound of water dripping from the door frame in the office. I know that in about 2 hours the black mat in front of my desk will be soaking wet and all who enter will feel like they're wading through a kiddie pool.
I have mixed feelings about spring... sure, winter is melting away and trees will start sprouting leaves and of course, my birthday is in there somewhere too... but I would rather just skip from pretty winter whiteness to hot summer. The in-between stage of black snow, endless mud puddles and the black fly invasion isn't truly all that appealing. Believe it or not.
Perhaps while I listen to the office slowly flood and the rain quietly come down outside, I'll look at my screeensaver and/or ever-changing desktop and pretend I'm in Cuba or Uruguay. Because of about 50 pictures that rotate on my computer about 45 of them are of white sand beaches... *sigh*

drip... drip...... drip.. drip...