I was thinking about it this morning, and I'm pretty sure we all called it back by having such a Braindead of Winter weekend. Most of us spent at least two hours in the suburbs. Most of us purchased things while we were there. Most of us ate at chain restaurants, such as The Olive Garden.
This evening, I am going to walk home in the freezing rain and perform complicated rituals of my own devising to make it be seventy degrees by next week.
Also, I finished Elizabeth Crane's You Must Be This Happy To Enter in like three hours and now I have nothing to read. Someone should recommend something. Or loan me something.
Let's have a meeting on Friday. On my deck. We'll bundle up in (faux) down comforters and sip hot cider. We can talk about how being happy might be connected to believing in god and then stare into space and sigh.
