|Gus, "No, it's not the pix from yesterday - I zigged when he thought I'd zag."|
|Gus, "I run out of patience five exposures ago, hoomin."|
Good evening, Everybun!
It feels like Spring is knocking on our heads. The calendar still says "January," but you wouldn't know it today. We had the heat on yesterday morning, and we might have to run the AC tonight. We're just not ready for it. So we will milk the last few weeks of decent, cool weather for what they're worth.
I kept one of my eyes on the hoomin, and he did try to chillax. I keep hearing grumbles about how easy it is to tire doing "normal" stuff. Oh well, things are still better than they were even a week ago. But the strange thing is how the whole of January seems to have been erased or melted away in a surreal, corrosive bank of dark fog.
The good news is, the day is still young here, and there's arting to be done. I heard dinner will be served early, and the setting will be festive. I don't care how it's set - it just better be crispeh and yammeh!
Good night, and good luck!