Now that Easter has come and gone, I figured today would be a good time to take down the last of the Christmas lights. Every other time I thought to do it in the last few months it was too cold -- not that today was in any way balmy. But the sun was deceptive, drawing me out to the end of the driveway this afternoon to play catch with Da Chimpz for a while (until they ran in to watch Scooby Doo).

Things are looking up in Northeast Ohio -- today I was actually able to find the Saturday edition of the New York Post at the local Giant Beagle. Which means I was able to read the latest Spitzer info. I'm still waiting for a gem as good as the one that moved on the wires earlier this week:

It is also my client's understanding from the same source that Gov. Spitzer did not remove his mid-calf length black socks during the sex act.

Now c'mon: news just doesn't get any better than that. Especially in Ohio, where the local news is apt to have such stunning ledes as:

Police say a man was arrested after being caught ... having sex repeatedly with his picnic table.

Okay, that's pretty good too, but in a totally different and maybe-even-creepier way.

Then again, they say that by the time you get to age 40 you start to lose your sense of humor. So maybe none of this is really very funny at all. How would I know anyway?