Driving home from visiting Marko, the Munchkin, and the Sprog-ette, I was stopped by a school bus heading the other way. I took advantage of the pause to power down the top, which met with enthusiastic approval from the kiddies, and motored home under severe clear skies, 80F and dry, Heaven Or Las Vegas up loud on the CD player, and a half-case of Ruination IPA in the passenger footwell, having just left hanging out with a good friend and showing off the 1904-vintage Colt Pocket Hammerless I picked up at the gun show last weekend. The weather was so perfect that for the last bit of twisty road through the forest, I crawled along at about 10 or 15 MPH and just goggled at the woods all around me. I saw a wild turkey, too. It's days like this that I think it must suck not being me. ;)
I guess I'll go soak up the wonderfulness on the porch for a bit, since reality will be back to tread on my dreams tomorrow.