And I know what’s gonna happen, too. We’re gonna get all comfortable with the mild weather, thankful for basically anything that doesn’t involve a humidity that makes me feel like I’ve hopped into someone’s mouth. And then July/August are going to melt my chocolatey goodness and there will be crying and gnashing of teeth.
You heard it here, first.
So, tomorrow brings the month of Morrowpalooza and possibly a blog entry on word count (imposition of).
Fare thee well, my pretties. (That means you, Andy.)