Hardly. It's just that it was like 60 degrees today. That is a heat wave.
We had to get out. I'm two seconds from bribing these kids to join sports and getting a taxi to shuffle them back and forth. You don't think I am serious do you? More than a little, until, well…never mind.
ETA: Another post roux en y patient emailed this morning, to share with me that she's fresh out of the hospital joining me in the ranks of the six month wait for a drivers' license. She had a seizure last Monday, and she's not allowed to drive, and taking seizure medications. I had a casual knowledge of this person, because she's a contact on Facebook and so forth. It's wild, I've had several people that read the site have the same problem. None of us know why – it's just totally random and entirely coincidental. What I mean is, none of us know if it's related to weight loss surgery.
Because, things like this keep happening:
He wasn't hurt, much.
So we went out. Can't go shopping, cause:
They're not closing (so far as we can tell, it seems they are "remodeling") but I get a kick out of signs.
Instead, we hit the water, and did this:
And, I pondered the meaning of life.
Also, when spring would, you know, spring – sprung?
Because it's so dreary and muddy and ick. And more snow tomorrow, while we have some windows ripped out and put back in. Good timing.