I went out for lunch to find bright sun, clear sky, and 50 degrees. Of course, I only saw the clear sky when I was outside of my car because the coating of salt over the windows (not to mention the rest of the car) makes it a bit hard to actually see the sky. (I need to take care of that.) It's been wonderful outside the past day or so. Add to that the stories from Arizona that tell me my boys are back in camp, preparing for another season of baseball. I know I've talked about this in the past, that I, for some reason, feel a biological synchronization with baseball. I measure the passage of time by baseball seasons and not years (the months without baseball just don't exist in my passage of time). I don't get very excited about the prospects of post-season play (after all, this is Chicago), but it actually changes my view on life know that baseball is around the corner.
By Monday, it's supposed to be 18 degrees. But out in the high desert, there's a group of guys getting ready to play.
2008- Wolves 1 - Moose 2 (Overtime)
- Rusty Moon
2007- woot! Break out the spring jackets!
2006- Monday gas
2004- ...<silence>... *tick* *tick* *tick*
2002- SLC Day 13
- Radiation Therapy Chauffeur™ duty
- Groggy stress