Temperature: 11/52 degrees with Arctic winds blowing in
Eating: funnel cake and churros
Drinking: a local variety of mead
Watching: You get one guess, and one hint: it rhymes with Name of Scones.
Listening: to the sounds of spring
Reading: some stuff for work
Thinking: All hail Saint Walpurga for giving us an excuse to take a mini spring break.
Feeling: Flashes of eye-watering, nausea-inducing pain in my hip; the toll of four decades of busting moves? Better not be, I’m planning on at least four more.
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