Is it spring or something? It was 39° in balmy Pensacola yesterday morning. So chilly, major dad was scraping frost off of Eleanor the '96 Toyota so he could see driving to work.

I mean, that felt really good. The house has stayed around 66° all day. Man, I tell you - my kind of weather.

So, jeez, I sure hope it doesn't come early because to me spring means summer, and I HATE frickin' summer. 

And I am asking for a good reason. 

Suspiciously, it feels like love it all around, and that's very springtime-y.

For instance, yesterday was Valentine's Day - you know, the saint who was tortured to death, and buried hastily in Rome a bazillion years ago (269 AD or thereabouts).

The good man's day makes some people giddy thinking about him. They act...well...foolishly.

As in "You FOOLS think we can't see through this?"

Where did the time go? There have sure been a lot of Happy Valentines days. Here’s to one more👫💝! pic.twitter.com/TfI2nM1I0E

— Bill Clinton (@BillClinton) February 14, 2024

Seriously. Who they kidding?

That includes the current set of grifters occupying the White House. A tweet had them acting as if they were hearing Don Henley's Boys of Summer in their empty heads. All it needed was Jilly rolling around on Rehoboth Beach with the Tuber-in-Chief.

Or...maybe not.

Maybe best POTATUS keeps his shirt on. 

FOR THE CHILDREN

REPORT: 67% Of Americans Question Whether Biden Has Stamina For Four More Years Of Beach Vacations pic.twitter.com/ZgBxZJIjyb

— News That Matters (@ThatmattersNews) February 13, 2024

But the WH wants to insist the love bug still bites in those hallowed halls. 

I'm figuring we're supposed to fall for it like POTATUS off a beach bike, but I tend to be hard to convince and a little unfiltered. You might even call me cynical.

Just don't call me "Shirley."

Kids. Honestly.

Roses are red
Their thorns are sharp
The sight of you grifters
Makes me want to barf https://t.co/yf9vxLZwuU

— tree hugging s*ster 🎃 (@WelbornBeege) February 14, 2024

Jilly probably shouldn't have kept Gampy up so late at the rave. His meds wore off.

BIDEN: "Wanna get a picture?"

JILL, ED.D.: "No — we did."

*shuffles back inside* pic.twitter.com/NYAbDVQLR6

— RNC Research (@RNCResearch) February 15, 2024

I do love the "keep him in the public eye" plan, minions. It's working great so far.

Love, love, love.

I can't get away from love stories.

Love was in the air in an Atlanta courtroom today, too, in case you've just gotten back from a desert island and missed the fuss. Fulton County District Attorney Fani Willis has been so incensed by defendants' lawyers going after her now-acknowledged boyfriend Nathan Wade, that she waded into battle to defend him and herself like Valkyrie, flashing lashes and hot pink outfit blazing righteous fire.

There were even some tender moments to pluck at emotional heartstrings. For instance, there was Ms. Willis' refusal to "emasculate a black man" - it seems that's a reference to some sort of surgery Mr. Wade has had which is unknown - or unavailable - to palefaces of the species.

I thought that was strange, even the Court seemed somewhat confused. She apparently thought it was a good time to play the race card, since things weren't going her way.

— Ron Stevenson (@IndyRedoubt) February 15, 2024

Fani was feisty and combative during the questioning about her relationship with her paramour, at one time bristling with indignation when reminded about her campaign promise not to boink the help.

Au contraire, Willis said. Wade wasn't help - he was "an agent."

And so he was. And not a federal-type "agent," if you get my drift...

AN AGENT OF LOVE https://t.co/uLXyPq4VPU pic.twitter.com/KsbTC6SyGE

— tree hugging s*ster 🎃 (@WelbornBeege) February 15, 2024

Hey - I wasn't the only one similarly affected by amour in the air. It's catching, you know? Like tree pollen on your car, it covers and smothers.

This may be the best rom-com I have ever seen! Hollywood couldn't write this stuff.

— Kyle Becker (@kylenabecker) February 15, 2024

I feel better about that now.

Even though I know I still have to work on this...addiction...I am comforted knowing other professionals are similarly affected at this time of year.

I want you all to behave, though.

Lord knows - I've got enough to write about.

 And I love it.