{"id":573893041,"date":"2021-02-24T21:06:16","date_gmt":"2021-02-25T02:06:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/?p=573893041"},"modified":"2021-02-26T16:19:59","modified_gmt":"2021-02-26T21:19:59","slug":"and-happy-wednesday-to-you-too","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/blog\/2021\/02\/24\/and-happy-wednesday-to-you-too\/","title":{"rendered":"And happy Wednesday to you, too"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Yankee and I had a picnic in the old K-Mart parking lot. It was a drive-thru Chick-fil-A sort of experience, best part of the day with little doubt. The parking lot is next to the restaurant, which is still all drive-thru and curbside pickup and so we got our food and moved off to eat. When I’d finished my spicy chicken sandwich I looked up through the sun roof and noticed this view:<\/p>\n

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It was a mild day here, if you actually made it outside. I seldom seem able to do that. I live under fluorescent lights in a beige and dirty-cream color office with orange carpet and no windows most of the time. If I get a different view it’s under a handful of LEDs in the studio. But to get outside is nice, to get away for a few minutes is even better. And to see more fake signs of seasonal change is a delight. <\/p>\n

As I noted yesterday on Twitter:<\/p>\n

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So desperate for a change of seasons am I that I stand under the sun above, look upon the melting snow, and feel the mercury moving its way toward 52 and pronounce it a spring-like day. <\/p>\n

This is sick.<\/p>\n

— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith) February 23, 2021<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n