Warmer weather hopefully means an end to grim basement lunches beside the roaring generator. Now there is dining al fresco! In this case, al fresco means sitting on this stack of skids. I'm fancy.
I've been socked with some perspective since my Eeyore post yesterday. A young, healthy member of my small yoga class (you know, the one that meets at a funeral home...) died suddenly. She wasn't my friend, I'm not sure we ever exchanged words beyond "hi". A loss that isn't near you but next to you is strange and jarring. I'll be thinking about her all week.