M told me that she would "literally kill me" if I posted this selfie of us lunching at the Grange:
What can I say, I live dangerously.
I want you to know that I am 45 years old and I'm not wearing a lick of makeup. And I look just fine, thank you.
We walked home and managed to spend a bunch of my money at the OVO store. It was so warm that I had to take off my coat. This is one of those days that keeps us all from killing ourselves before spring because, for 4 hours, there's actually bright sun in the sky at an altitude that one could construe is overhead.
We saw this crazily chorophylled evergreen on the way and I liked its vibe:
Thank God for these glimmers of ease.