Someone brought their bike into the building today.
You’re not supposed to do that. But I do enjoy seeing a good bicycle every now and then. That’s a Little 500 bike, which is a neat treat in general, just not in the building, where it could be a tripping hazard or a wall-marking hazard or a theft-of-property hazard.
Seriously, someone left it outside a closed classroom. People are trusting, which is nice.
Outside? Spring?
On Monday morning, snow. And it was the sort of thing no one even mentioned. We were all so bored with it and over it. It wasn’t surprising to wake up to. It was inevitable. No one was even irritated by the absurdity of it anymore. Snow in mid-April. Then it melted, things started blooming and that evening I ran in layers and gloves.
This evening I ran in shorts and a t-shirt and was already warm in the driveway, before setting out for a quick 5K. Already warm. It was 62° degrees.
So I’m putting a question mark next to spring from now on.
Allie, is, also, over it:
And, look, when I tell The Yankee that the six-pound cat is holding me down, I really mean it:
