I’m in Cleveland for the weekend attending my daughter’s bridal shower.  When I left middle-earth land it was 70 degrees out.  Trees are already bursting from their winter slumber, with buds popping to and fro.  Here in Cleveland however It’s mighty nippy out; was 19 degrees when I arrived yesterday but now we’re up to a “balmy” 23.  The flight in wasn’t without hiccups but fortunately it wasn’t like my last flight experience where the pilot announced mid-flight that he’d be turning the plane around to make an “emergency landing” due to an oil-pressure gauge problem.  “And, folks…don’t be concerned about the fire trucks and ambulances you’ll see when we land; it’s just standard protocol,” the pilot said in a smooth-as-silk voice. Yep….I’ll confess…