I realize that Winter has only just arrived, but for some reason I am getting restless. I'm ready for Spring to spring already. It's hard to find the motivation to really go out and do anything, when it looks the way it does outside. Perhaps there're new opportunities on the horizon that is prompting me to tap my foot impatiently, dying for the frost to thaw? I don't know, but there is a slight rumble in my gut... no, it's not gas, it's that feeling one gets when excited. Pangs, butterflies, however it's classified. Perhaps the answer is in the cards? At the bottom of my coffee cup? Dare I go in search of the answers via these divinatory tools? I'm rubbing my hands in anticipation, and furrowing my brow, for I'm flummoxed. 'Tis a good feeling, however.