So, it's Friday. For a second I almost wrote 'so, it's Saturday.' Wishful thinking on my part. Waiting will be torturous. Anticipation is a continual itch. Covering myself in calamine lotion will not help. Besides, I'd look kind of odd. All I can do is wait.
And my dahlias, which I didn't dig up last fall, which are not supposed to survive the freezing cold of our winters, are blooming. I guess this means I have good tubers.