As if I haven’t mentioned it enough in the last year, I’d just like to reiterate my loathing of winter coldness. Gray skies, barren trees, biting wind, and cars white-washed in a layer of salt—it’s enough to drive me to drink caffeinated beverages. Which is why a day like today makes me feel as though the heavens have opened and freely dumped all of their excess happiness down through my open sunroof.
I was warm today. Nearly hot.
Mrs. Smith and I sat on my porch late this afternoon and chatted while the neighborhood kids rode their bikes up and down the street laughing and chasing and re-introducing themselves to The World Outside of Playstation. One of them complained that it was too hot outside and I thought I might cry warm, juicy tears of joy.
The forecast predicts a full week of sunny skies and warm temperatures. So if you’re driving along this week and see a lady doing cartwheels down the lane, don’t call the Funny Farm—I’m just celebrating.