“After having been cold for six months, I’m about ready to spend some time being warm,” I say as I crank the thermostat up to 72℉.
Of the many good things about spring, about now is when the lightening sky starts providing useful cues for waking up. If it’s still dark, I don’t need to check the time and can just go back to sleep. And if it’s getting light outside, it’s time to get up.
I went ahead and removed the link to my Google profile from the social media menu at the bottom of each page here, and removed Google+ from the list of tabs I routinely open on my browser.
The government shutdown gives renewed relevance to this 4-part series I wrote for Wise Bread at the peak of the financial crisis: Getting by without a job, part 1–losing a job
My insurance company can’t quite get my healthcare.gov application processed in time to bill me before the end of the year. But the law only guarantees coverage if I make the first payment before the end of the year. So every year I have to track down the amount and scramble to make a payment despite not having a bill.
But now I have done so for next year. Phew.
Years ago my mom gave me and my brother each one of these Missouri State Protozoa sweatshirts—which we wore together on a century bicycle ride, calling ourselves “Team Giardia.” I still have mine!
Something about seasonal affect disorder makes it really hard for me to resist carbs.
I am very sad to find myself in a country where a large fraction of the people (and an actual majority of the elected leaders) are willing to tolerate literal treason, just to live in a world where they don’t have to respect other people.
At 5:30 AM, as Jackie heads to work, the sun has not yet risen. It won’t rise until 5:39 today. Worse, the encroaching darkness is speeding up: It won’t rise until 5:45 a week from today.
Innovative grammar heard on the trail at Zion National Park: “These half-price boots I found on ebay are the best I’ve ever boughten.”