These past two days, these weekend days, have been absolutely glorious weather-wise. It's windy, but the sun is shining and the snow is melting and the cats are in their element, chasing leaves and pouncing at pine cones.
Yesterday, we ate lunch at the golf course and then visited the baby who's just getting over a long, drawn out cold. Of course, in true John fashion, he's now convinced that he has a cold... and possibly pink eye. Who am I to convince him otherwise? I go into the bedroom periodically and coo and cluck over him. Offer him food and beverage and feel his forehead and poke at his lymph nodes. It appeases him and alays my conscience.
What I'm reading: re-reading "Savannah Blues" by Mary Kay Andrews. She's a kickass writer. Want a real re-creation of the city? Read this series and start with this book.