I bet you thought we were buried in snow here.

I found a tick on my arm last night - it was in the process of burying itself into me, I was in the bath and I called to Steve for help because I wasn't sure how to get it out. He said to twist like a corkscrew. That's not an easy thing to do with tweezers. It took us a few minutes. I wasn't even worried about ticks this time of year. We puzzled for a while about how I could have gotten it and Steve was saying how I go up into the trees behind the barn to collect kindling. But I hadn't done that in days. Then he said it must be from the pile of kindling that we brought into the house. Yikes. No more kindling in the house.