I will be 27 for another 23 hours and 40 minutes. I was one of those weird babies born in the afternoon (most babies are born in the wee hours of the morning).
Tomorrow, I’m going to kiss Hulk goodbye when he goes off to class, go for a run outside (assuming it’s still lovely out there), shower, go to the post orifice to mail off baby blanket, and take a shuttle to the airport. I think Minneapolis will be fun – and I don’t plan to go to the mall of America.
My mood has been much improved the last few days. DST really does me good. It’s amazing the difference a little more daylight makes for my general outlook on life, health, and well-being. The air here feels much more like spring and not like warm winter – there’s a real change in the amount of humidity, so it’s merely dry and not dessicating.
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I wanted to write a post of substance, since it’s been all “today I did this and yesterday I did this and isn’t my ring pretty?” recently around here, but I need to head off to the gym. Maybe I’ll think of something to write about that people will actually want to read while I’m lifting or hamstering. Because I used to be not boring, I swears!