It is apparently still winter here. I am adventurous, but I am not Bear Grylls and my Wingman, the weather forcaster (and what little good sense I have) has suggested a delay. So I am sipping coffee as I watch the tall pines outside, bent nearly to the ground from the wind, get pounded by torrents of freezing rain. (You get the picture I'm sure) The weather map looks like this is a slow cell, not likely to give me much of a break today, but I will let you know how it goes . . .