I’m in the coffee shop, 9:38AM. I should be working on the second theology midterm question but I brought the wrong text with me. Boogers. Oh well. I have a solid draft on the first question, and I’ll knock out the second question later today. The wind is blowing hard but the grimy pile of snow that last week sullied the cleaner’s small parking lot is gone. All the concrete looks in need of a serious pressure washing. Bring on the rain. The flower baskets (fake, I assume) hanging by the florist’s door are blowing hard in the wind, in danger of falling, and cars pass at a steady pace. Welcome to small town Wisconsin, Sunday morning.

So yesterday the dogs drove me fucking crazy. They calmed down later, thankfully, after the house cleared out. They’ll transition to spring, I’m sure, but I was happy to hide upstairs and read Let the Right One In while the neighborhood invaded the house/yard. T wanted to watch 2012 last night, but I was way too tired, and he’s old enough to watch on his own, anyway. M stayed up, though, as you can always count on her to get drawn into a film after two seconds and watch the entire movie. This morning I was up by six (new time), caught some news/sportscenter, and drove over here instead of hitting the Y. T likes to work out with me on Sundays lately so I’ll collect him pretty soon before elliptical/weights.

More later, I think. Caffeine is good. Dirty spring has arrived, that stretch when you still should wear a jacket but winter is over and everything in the Midwest looks old and worn-out. I like this time of year. Have a great day.