I propose we get together for a late lunch or early dinner at Redbones (Davis Square barbecue joint with a beer spinner on the wall). Say, 4pm? That's when they start serving dinner.
I figure by missing the rush at both major mealtimes, we can sit and chat longer, and those who might be off for an evening of inspiring hangovers for the next day will have more time to do so. Also, we'll be able to take the puppy out for a run at noontime and still get there in a timely way. He's suffering from cabin fever, I think.
What else is new? After a week's visit to her mom, toxicfur has returned. The cats and the dog have spent every possible moment as close to her as they can get; on top of her if she lets them. She's understandably feeling a bit smothered. They love their mom.
Next week it'll be April already. And Holy Week. Whoosh. Seems at once as if it's always been winter, and as if it was just summer yesterday. Perhaps because it's kind of summery today.
So summery, in fact, that I should go out and frolick. Or hunt down another cup of actual coffee (as opposed to the stuff I make in my own office).
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