I got the itch

No not that itch. Everyday more and more ground keeps showing itself. My entire roof is almost clear. The dogs want to spend more time outside, and so do I. I am eagerly eyeing the spot I hope to build the wood shop on. The garden out front has tulips poking up. It will only be a matter of time. I am eager to play some horseshoes, grunt, basketball, beer die, paintball, and just lounge on the porch. Who's up for a bon fire and some burgers? I would love to wash the cars, rake up the remains of fall, sweep the sand off the driveway, or mow the lawn. I especially can't wait to tear a hole in the front of my house and replace the damn windows. But I'm not ready to take the chance of snow blowing in before I finish.