So Weatherbug now says it is 76 outside, and every single window in the apartment is wiiiide open and the sun is still high in the sky at six o'clock, and I just passed out on the futon with the beagle for about an hour, which, let me tell you, is amazing and quite possibly the best thing I could have done for myself right now.

Spring is so on.

It smells so amazing outside I think I might cry. It smells like mud, and wet, and green things, and it's 54 degrees and the sun is shining and it's just. It's incredible.

eta: "Things I Need To Do Today: Get dog food for my very angry dog! Buy some food for me while I'm at it. Write a letter to my Grandmother whom I love dearly. Laundry!"My ( Read more... )

Again, I have this completely unexplainable urge to go to Southdale. I had no idea why last week, but this week I think I know: it's sunny and gorgeous and the wind is fresh and cool and it's SUNNY and GORGEOUS. And this was the kind of day that was perfect for wandering around in the little Malibu Colony shopping centers, fingering clothing you ( Read more... )

*obscenely excited*

I decided a few weeks ago that I was determined to squeeze every ounce out of spring that I possibly could. And I intend to stick to that decision. No, the sun is not out today, and no, it is not above freezing (wait. what?), but there is a cheeky fresh spring wind, and it smells like green out there. I was driving home from ( Read more... )

It's 5:07 and still daylight outside. While the sunlight has a definite slant to it, it's not sunset yet.

The days are getting longer.