Friday, March 20, 2009
Instead of being bitter that on this, the first day of spring (or maybe that's tomorrow?), it's the coldest it's been in a week, I'm doing that half-glass-full shizz I'm famous for. Temperatures may be low, the wind frigid, and spring far, far away, but the sun sure is pretty.
I'm off to Johnson to have dinner with my friend Margaret, hopefully at the Winding Brook, but if not then (god forbid) at the Hoob.