My sassy pal Sara is a-comin’ today! I’ve cleaned the house, taken some time off work, and washed the car.
What I really should do is make a big pot of coffee.
Sara is what you might call irrepressible. She’s a bundle of energy, and hanging out with her is like a marathon of joy. It takes me a little while to catch up with her, and by the time I do she’s already a few steps ahead of me.
I will be exhausted by the time she leaves on Monday, with sore muscles in my face from smiling so much.
The Style Invitational, the major reason I read the Sunday Washington Post, turns 10 this weekend. In recognition (or resignation), the Post publishes today’s edition on the front of the Style section, rather than [more...]
I’ve noticed that the mileage on my Prius had improved somewhat now that the temperature has gotten above 50, so today I reset the mileage display on my commute home from work. I was pleasantly surprised [more...]
I've finally formulated a theory on what will be revealed at the end of Lost, and I haven't seen this idea elsewhere so I'll post it and let the net assimilate it, chew it over, and spit it out.
