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It reached 40F today, for the first time in months. And there's still snow on my balcony. But you can now see nearly all the street curbs.
One of the higher-ups at work sent out a tongue-in-cheek email saying that it was now the company's goal to reach 10F higher every week, and that if we reached said goals, there would be ice cream for all. With all the appropriate corporate-speak about "working together" and "pulling this off" and "effort" and everything. (When I saw him later, I pointed out that it's a good thing he picked Fahrenheit rather than Celsius. Better chance of making it.) If there's one thing this winter has done, it has made us deeply grateful for spring.
This arrival of spring weather, of course, does not rule out our region's historic tendency to nail us with a snowstorm in April.
On Monday, my new Whovian friend and I were discussing Season Three (I'd loaned her the DVDs), and she couldn't stop tapping out the Master's rhythm. I can't wait until she's seen the Specials.
In choir, we're singing "Funiculi, Funicula". Also known as That Italian Song Everybody Knows But Nobody's Sung. Z was smart to have us practice it first thing, because it has an amazing capacity to stick in one's head. It can then be washed out with a Native American song that declares that the singer still loves her man even if he's been married sixteen times. (Yeah...)
The Firefox spellcheck recognizes the word "irregardless". FAIL.
One of the higher-ups at work sent out a tongue-in-cheek email saying that it was now the company's goal to reach 10F higher every week, and that if we reached said goals, there would be ice cream for all. With all the appropriate corporate-speak about "working together" and "pulling this off" and "effort" and everything. (When I saw him later, I pointed out that it's a good thing he picked Fahrenheit rather than Celsius. Better chance of making it.) If there's one thing this winter has done, it has made us deeply grateful for spring.
This arrival of spring weather, of course, does not rule out our region's historic tendency to nail us with a snowstorm in April.
On Monday, my new Whovian friend and I were discussing Season Three (I'd loaned her the DVDs), and she couldn't stop tapping out the Master's rhythm. I can't wait until she's seen the Specials.
In choir, we're singing "Funiculi, Funicula". Also known as That Italian Song Everybody Knows But Nobody's Sung. Z was smart to have us practice it first thing, because it has an amazing capacity to stick in one's head. It can then be washed out with a Native American song that declares that the singer still loves her man even if he's been married sixteen times. (Yeah...)
The Firefox spellcheck recognizes the word "irregardless". FAIL.