Once again, I was saved the misery of working last night - as the afternoon wore on the sky clouded over and the wind kicked up so for the 4th consecutive week, no Friday night. In fact, we've had inclement skies for the past four weekends. Sure we hit the 70's - on Tuesday when everyone is chained to their desk inside. Last weekend's Festival of Outdoor Enthusiasts was washed out, the grounds dotted with shivering vendors and mud, mud everywhere. Ah, such is the nature of spring, the constantly changing atmospheric dynamic means all the seasons can be expressed, even in a single day. The trees have blossomed and are leafing out, and I am anxiously awaiting the mayflies (who sometimes debut in June here) which will likely make their fecund explosion the next time we hit 80 degrees causing us to inadvertantly taste their writhing bodies as we walk to the bus stop. I'll keep you posted.
Today is wide open with possibilities. Possible activities: shopping for plants and pants, seeing Revenge of the Sith (though it's probably sold out given the slate gray sky today), dinner at Daniel's house, bike riding, sky watching (always) vacuuming (this is a must)
Todays' mood analysis: butterscotch and feathers and melting ice
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