Welcome to Spring. Now hidden under the heavy snow, the violets and little pink and white Spring Beauties in the yard will have start over.
The power flickered out late last night. It was back on in seconds, probably a fallen branch getting zapped clear and the power company's circuit-breaker-like recloser opening and (surprise!) reclosing. (Those things are why they tell you not to touch downed power lines: the recloser opens to protect the line, but then it keeps checking to see if the problem -- tree branch, wet kite string, errant squirrel or the occasional stray crowbar* -- has been burned clear. Why? Because people don't like for the lights to go out and stay out, is why, especially if they're reliant on technology to stay alive. Most problems on a big power line are solved in a quick flash of fire.)
So here we are, two-thirds of the way through April and sliding on snow in below-freezing temperatures. March might have "gone out like a lamb," but it left its fluffy white coat behind.
I'm not going to comment on the Chauvin verdict. You have your own opinion. I stand by what I have written before: nobody should need to fear for their life in the course of a routine arrest. To the extent that any of the participants -- suspect or officers -- does, we've got a problem. And we do, and we still haven't solved it, and there aren't any neat, simple answers that are not also wrong.
* I'll takes "felony stupid" for $800, Alex Trebeck stand-in.