I'm waiting.  Just waiting.  Waiting for a warm Nashville spring day.  So far, not much.  I'm waiting to walk/jog at 6:30am without sweats and a heavy coat.  I want to get out in the yard and kick the ground around a little.  Getting new mulch is a dream at this point.  What's up this year?  Tom Petty was right.  "The waiting is the hardest part".