I had a busy weekend at work. I learned how to rewire some old-fashioned light fixtures so that they will work with modern bulbs. No, that is not something everyone who works at a museum has to know. However, between my mother the machinist and my theater days, I’ve been graced with a love a tinkering and a few extra skills.

And of course, combine that with the warm weather, and a manic episode, and I, inevitably, stressed out my back.

At least, I didn’t fall.

Anyway, I’m still recovering, just in time for the end of fake spring and the return of the foul weather.

I just keep telling myself that it’s already March and and I live the sunshine belt.

Anyway, Chelsea had entered the final chapter. I kept saying the end was in sight, and now it’s here. Just a few hunts left.