Baaaaooooooooo

[da]

It's seldom that the weather really surprises me. This evening didn't quite match the Thunder Freezing-Rain storm of last month, but it was close for surprise-value. Heavy fog, double-digit temperature at 11:30pm, and ice-sculptures everywhere, courtesy the rain melting all the snowpiles down to condensed iceburgy shapes of all sizes.

d. has heard enough of me on the subject, but I really like the smell of the world in the spring. Warm mist + trees + dirt makes me olfactorily happy.

Rover enjoyed her walk, as well. So many great things: water, snow, and ice-cubes to eat! ...Which reminds me, I should get her to write about Tuesday night. Maybe tomorrow; she's asleep now. ...and smelling very strongly of wet dog, too, less of an olifactory treat, but I'll take it.

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What'd she do on Tuesday? [And how on earth is she going to remember it, given that she didn't even remember that I was there last month...]