How can I so easily forget how to dress sufficiently warmly for a bike ride? I did not turn into an icicle during my ride, but that does not mean that nothing else did.
I keep telling myself that this is the week. A year ago, SOS came for a view weekend. He said that when he showed up it still looked very much like winter. By the time he left, however, the trees had a sheen of green. This is the week, Wisconsin. Do you hear?