What heralds spring's arrival, besides the obvious sunshine and new Beach House?
Oh, I am ready. The kids are ready. I am ready. Did I say that yet?
I was momentarily angry with myself for not writing anything here all week, but then I realized that I poured a ton of energy into writing something else all week. Then I went back to being angry with myself for just the plain old regular reasons.
Forthcoming: a tale of how I nearly died at Lookingglass Theatre's hand. I shall call it "A Night with Rick Bayless or: How I Learned to Embarrass Myself with the Utmost Grace."
Break. Sweet break. Spring break. See you on the other side.