The melt is real, real ugly that is.
Still, the idea that spring is coming and the winter is over is attractive. It was about 0C when we shopped.
Look, I know we talk a lot about the potholes, but fuck, I mean, there are potholes that you’d have to get Evel Knievel to build you a ramp to negotiate. That, as an aside, is likely the most poorly constructed sentence I’ve ever written.
The term is almost over, thank whatever deity or non deity you wish.
In a couple of weeks I’m off to Florida and just before that Isa will be on her way to Halifax.