I have some STRONG coffee going (something makes me think Gini may need some) and will start to sweep up the confetti and such. Last day of a wet rather gloomy April in the Mid-Atlantic, although today is lovely - so I think I'll sign off with a few words from Chaucer:

Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every veyne is swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour

Hooray hooray the first of May
Outside &*^%ing starts that day!

uh no, that last part wasn't Chaucer