It’s 63 degrees and sunny out. The trees are budding. Still! Am I in a deceptively warm and happy dream sequence, which at any moment will turn all waa-waa phantasmagoric with giant man-eating maggots and nuclear waste sunsets, and from which I will wake with chills and sweats, feeling like sleep is more difficult than wakefulness?

Or is it just global warming Jack Abramoff’s doing?  (edit made in response to Kate’s complaint)
I’m thinking maybe today in my meeting I will keep one eye crossed the whole time and see if anybody notices.

Oh, and Nate, the author of the raven article, posted some comments about my comments on it. We’re so meta! If you want to get meta-meta, you can comment on his comments on my comments.

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