Tomorrow we're due another rendition of the freezing-and-snowing scene, although I cannot for the life of me recall demanding an encore. If winter persists in hanging about much longer, I will be forced to gain forty pounds of insulation and grow a dense layer of fur.
Or maybe, you know, wear a coat. One or the other.
In the meantime, we will gaze longingly at photos from last weekend, when it used to be spring and crocuses sunned themselves and we lay on blankets in the backyard.
anatomy of a saturday
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