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Well, I finally got my snow...4 inches, just enough to be real snow, but not enough to keep you inside for any length of time.  So, it can be Spring now, yes?

Between one thing and another, August has been a big freakin' boat-load of misery and angst around here, and I am happy as a pig in slop to see the tail end of it.

Oh, and this abnormally cool weather, which has made everyone sun-deprived and crabby?  It can kiss my ass.

Wow, it's nice out!  85F, sunny; a little windy, but the wind smells like flowers.  It's the kind of weather that makes me want to sunbathe topless, and blast country music.  Of course, I have this little thing called a job, which enables Cheyenne and I to eat and live somewhere other than under my desk; so, no sunbathing.  I did compromise nicely, with a brisk lunchtime walk and my iPod.

So, I'm walking from my office to the White House (I then walked halfway to Chinatown and back) when I see a bright green Honda (tm) convertible.  Just the most adorable little car, in a really pretty bright green.  It was about the color of cartoon grass.  So, I'm walking along, checking out the car, when the guy driving it starts looking back at me, tilting his head, trying to catch my eye and stuff.  Guess he thought I was looking at him.  I was going to loudly disabuse him of the notion; when I thought, nah.  I might have just made his day, possibly the whole week.  So, I let it go, and walked on.

Things I learned from country music today: Texas has been blessed by the hand of GOD!; horses drink beer, people drink whiskey; and when GOD! fearin' women get the blues, they stop cooking.  Having never been to Texas, and not being a horse, I can't testify to the validity of the first two; but I have to agree that I cook less when I am depressed, even though I am not especially GOD! fearin'.