I have had my latte, 25 blissful minutes in the sun on a bench outside, and am going to pick up 10 gorgeous pink tulips at 4 (1/2 price flowers 4-6).

Although I still want breakfast. This...We had pancakes (made with sour cream and lemon zest - go microplane!). Emmett got some Nieman Ranch apple smoked bacon (soooooooo goooooood). ...sounds perfect.

Going to the Zmayhems for brunch. OK, guys?

I just sprawled out on the roof of my front porch for twenty minutes and blissed out in the sunshine. Oh, so happy...

Yeah. My shoulders feel about 20x looser.

Wonderful.

Going to the Zmayhems for brunch. OK, guys?

::starts more coffee::

We're going ice skating after, okay?

Awww, look at the teachers blissing out in the sunshine. I hope Fay and Kat are getting some rays too.

I'll watch, and fortify the skaters with brandy-laced coffee...'cept for Emmett, who will get thick Mexican hot chocolate with cinnamon. (Remember, I fall down on normal ground. Ice skating + Erin = Deadly)

Kristin, received and insent!

Thanks, dollface. It was a great speech. I bet you made her cry.

Erin, maybe it's the opposite! Maybe you fall down on normal ground, but on ice you are suddenly graceful?

It is much warmer out than I'd thought, but not quite warm enough to sit on my balcony. I did open up my blinds, though. I want to be back in Miami, sitting on the hotel room balcony in the sun, listening to the surf. Sigh.

Thanks, dollface. It was a great speech. I bet you made her cry.

We both cried. The last paragraph was a watery mess. Glad you enjoyed it, though!

Erin, maybe it's the opposite! Maybe you fall down on normal ground, but on ice you are suddenly graceful?

It's a lovely thought, but...no. On ice, I resemble a whisky-addled mongoose.

I've been fairly productive today, I guess. I went and looked at an apartment. Great neighborhood, nice building, the apartment itself is small but liveable, but it's on the ground floor, and it's a bit more than I wanted to pay, and the bus stop on the school end of the commute that I'd be using is further from school than I'd thought. So, if the ones I'm looking at tomorrow and Monday don't pan out, I might call this guy back, but as of now, it's got a few too many strikes against it. (And being on the ground floor might totally rule it out -- I need to think about that.)

I went to the bookstore, spent too much and ate cheesecake(Man, I should know better...nobody goes to a crackhouse to window-shop. )Hoped for flirtage, but the clerk was kinda "Just Jack" and we ended up sitting next to a man with the following titles. "Brag!: How to Toot your Own Horn without Blowing It."

"Families Pray Together."

"Think Like A Billionaire by Donald Trump"
Um, no. But I did get to say "Yasou!" to Mr. Pelecanos again. ETA: If Norton found and quarantined a worm on my computer yesterday, I'm safe, right?