The Sportsman's Corner

By the end of the first week of March, I had a terrible case of the "shack nasties." The miserable weather had marooned me for weeks. Any little thing set me off into a paroxysm of screaming. I was slyly plotting a way to sneak off to Punxsutawney where I would get rid of Phil, that lying groundhog. However, the weather began to moderate a little, and I've begun to get out of the house to do some things I enjoy. If the weather continues to improve, Donna won't have to put up with me hanging around the house much longer.

I have started to rise at the crack of dawn instead of the crack of 10 to...