I was all set to write a blog post complaining about having to spend time with my family Saturday night. And I might get that post written.
It's 72 degrees after 9:00 p.m. in March. All of my windows are open. I took a five-mile walk to and around Lake Calhoun this evening (where Stephanie may or may not have run past me ... I can't be sure. I suppose I could ask her). I saw a shit-ton of awesome dogs.
I'm feeling too good in the current moment to dwell on everything bothering me. It can wait.