Neither rain, nor arctic-born wind, nor moths the size of sparrows could keep the doughty library school alumni from their intended baseball-cheering... at least until the end of the 7th inning, when the last other remaining member of our group and I left because we couldn't feel our toes.

What is with the chilly winter storm in the beginning of MAY? Even bits of rain in April were unusual. I suppose I wouldn't mind as much if it weren't such a cold rain, as ours usually are. I'm wanting summer. now.

At least I don't have anywhere in particular to be today, so I'm free to be cozy inside. Which is always a bit fun, I must admit.

copyright 2003 carrie lynn king.