If we were having coffee, we’d be doing it in short-sleeved shirts. I don’t know if the sudden warming trend is a Midwestern phenomenon or if everybody’s seeing a spike in temperatures yesterday, but my yard was covered in a few inches of snow on Thursday and by the time my wife got home from work yesterday it was ALL gone and now the universe is made of mud. We literally went from 20s to 60s in a matter of a few days. And the zoo’s open today! It’s going to be insanely crowded, but we’re going anyway.
Also a fun feature of yesterday’s weather: insane winds. I spent all day working in the office and waiting for a tree to fall over, and the winds managed to rip a shingle off the roof, which I’m not completely sure how to fix. Plus I don’t know how much weight your average roof is okay to handle (the Googles will probably help with this) and so I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to go up there myself to check it out. No trees down, though, at least not near me.
(Considers Googling “Am I too fat to go on the roof?”)
If we were having coffee, I might kvetch about parenting a bit. Tell the truth: how many of you have had the urge to bark the words “You’re four, what the fuck do you know?” at your kids at least once? Because I was just informed that blueberry juice exists by a very small person with the unshakeable confidence of a serial killer. And you know this how, person who can’t read? Don’t get me wrong: I like four way more than I liked three, two, one, or especially zero. But dammit boy I know better than you so shut the hell up.
(NOTE: I am reasonably sure all kids do this, and one way or another this is a turnabout-is-fair-play moment. One of my earliest memories is barking “It’s a sword holder!” at a friend of my mother’s who had just innocently tried to teach me the word scabbard. This is the shit I’m talking about. I’m sure all the parents have encountered it before.)
The plan for this week: back to Sunlight, which got put aside so that I could frantically blast through writing a Benevolence Archives story that grabbed me by the throat and wouldn’t let go, and make some damn headway for an anthology story that I committed to months ago and have made a shamefully low amount of progress on.
Also maybe get a job. That would be nice too.