About the frog... my wish came true. It was snowing this morning, only a little, but the temperature around here has dropped almost 20 degrees since a week ago.

I think the frog froze to death.

Laying in my warm cozy bed two nights ago, I actually felt sorry for the frog. He came out of hibernation all optimistic about the blooming tulips and plum trees. But alas, spring in February is too good to be true. As the last croak left his throat, the frog thought to himself, Why me? What did I ever do to anyone? Then he died.

I feel a little guilty. Maybe I should be careful what I wish for.