I swore (to myself) that I would not complain about winter until winter was actually over (on the calendar) but it was seven degrees when I left the house this morning! Seven! I don’t know why I should be surprised by this when this is what it looked like last year in early April:
And on Easter (April 8):
And the day after Earth Day (April 23):
It’s just that seven is really, really seven. That’s all.
In other news, check out the latest Brain, Child magazine, for my first-published seven words, in the Back-Talk section. I sense this is just the beginning of a long and illustrious literary career.
And this morning I found on my desk a candy wrapper all neatly smoothed flat, with the words “Find Your Passion” printed inside. Hmmm, does someone around here suspect that writing air quality regulations is NOT my passion? How could that be? Although the message mighthave been even more effective if it were still wrapped around chocolate.
Edited: So I found out that this little note that I thought was divine inspiration for me to figure out what to do with my life and move on, already, was really a reminder from a co-worker for me to order Passion tea from the co-op. How depressing.