On this nice, warm day, outside the open porch window I hear some wasps beginning their annual ritual of building a new nest. Before I finish the ritual with a can of killer spray, I’ll get in the mood by watching a new comedian’s killer routine.
I have had my share, and then some, of challenges over the past year. You can’t make lemonade out of lemons, if life is tossing knives your way…
I detected a gravitational wave myself today in a meeting at work. Time expanded and the room closed in on me.
The water is snow on the roof and the smoke is coming out of the chimney. We are once again, for the fourth consecutive week, buried in Boston. I feel bad for people in the purple zone, with up to 24″ of new snow. We’re in the magenta zone, which is bad enough, with more than a foot added to the 4-5 feet we already have. The only upside is we won’t have to worry about a drought this summer, but the catch is the springtime melt will keep the sump pump busy.
How nice being honored on my birthday with Internet Slowdown Day.