It's Saturday afternoon

...and I'm sparkin' like nobody's business. Everything I touch that's even vaguely metallic/electronic. The Mac speaker control. The car keys. Doorknobs. The handle on the treadmill that's supposed to monitor my pulse when I squeeze it. I will be glad when Spring arrives and the air moistens. We may get a taste of things to come this week, since temps are supposed to climb into the 50s/60s. I walked around the yard yesterday and looked for signs of daffodil or crocus sproutage. Nothing yet, but I'm keeping a look out.

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It's Saturday afternoon

...and I'm sparkin' like nobody's business. Everything I touch that's even vaguely metallic/electronic. The Mac speaker control. The car keys. Doorknobs. The handle on the treadmill that's supposed to monitor my pulse when I squeeze it. I will be glad when Spring arrives and the air moistens. We may get a taste of things to come this week, since temps are supposed to climb into the 50s/60s. I walked around the yard yesterday and looked for signs of daffodil or crocus sproutage. Nothing yet, but I'm keeping a look out.

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