The British Isles can produce a combination of fog and rain that makes 18-20C seem much colder.
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
That's still bare leg temp for me, especially while walking around. It's more the evenings, which will be in the low teens, that I am thinking of. Also if we end up going anywhere parklike, or rocky, I will want pants.
Timelies all!
Later today we go to Gary's mom's house for dinner, then services. L'shana tova to all who celebrate.
I'd keep the pants if it were me, but I'm a pants gal. Well, not lately, but it isn't usually 100 degrees around here. What's that in celsius? (yes yes, I'll go look up the answer myself)
L'shana tova!
Always impressed at packing many days in a carryon! I always manage to pack a whole bunch of stuff and then end up only wearing half of it.
I just did the Oatmeal's Beat the Blerch 10K, and it was awesome! For some reason the first three miles I was just doing OK, plodding along, and then I got a second (first?) wind and went way faster without running out of breath/heart exploding. Yay! And at the end there was nutella sandwiches and birthday cake, as promised. Though now what i really want is brunch. And I have no one to brunch with. :(
L'shana tova!
Yay 10k, meara, sorry no one to brunch with!
Cleaning house is hard and dusty work, people. Somewhere in our evolution we have made a terrible mistake. I think it was agriculture.
How amused am I that it appears to have been buffista haircut day today? Somewhere, David Smay is feeling all tingly and doesn't know why.
It was a good day!
Congratulations, Sean! I am so happy for all three of you.
Yay race, meara!
My technology has failed me. DVR just randomly shut itself all the way off and didn't record anything and Gamepass is not giving me any love, but did spoil me with the final score. Sigh.
Ah, well. Brunch was lovely.
-t, I'm not really sure you'd gain much from watching it. It was vintage Saints, in the sense that you could fool yourself that maybe it wasn't that bad, until they did something that was definitely that bad. Rinse, repeat.
Congrats, Seany! Here's to happily ever after (after a slight delay)!