Spring weather is the best. Not so cold so for the first time in a long time, the heater is turned off, to my utter delight. The gas bill should go south hereon, I daresay. And the daylight hours are lengthening. We are not living in long twilight hours, the birds are out chirping in the morning and it is bright when I leave home for the office and bright when I leave the office for home. I can live in the house with just a t-shirt, not layered up like a rolly polly bundle of something. But the sun can be too bright but there's no persuading the macho ones to slap on sunblock for their own protection. Given how much trouble it has been for me to try and alleviate all the sun damage from my reckless youth (when sunscreen lotion had yet to be invented), the time of reckoning will come for he of the arrogant bent who predicts his spouse will not begrudge his complexion since she chose to marry him. Ah well.
Last night, in celebration of Earth Hour, we turned off all the lights in the house from 8:30 pm for an hour. And the boy was content to read his book holding a tiny reading light while the girl stuck to her Mac in the dark. Thank you, babies. Our blue planet thank you.
I checked the web cams to see if the bridges of San Francisco were all darkened and it was hard to tell from the screen. But I am sure they were.
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