And everyone's still alive! Haven't pummeled the Steppies, or kicked the cat, or pinched Chris in frustration. My mood has been quite lovely, as a matter of fact - I'm hiking, I'm attempting tennis, switching things up at the gym. Minus the bag of Valentine's day chocolates I stole from the twerps before they got home today - chocolates I ate so fast that I realized I'd also swallowed a bit o' bag, as it was missing a half-moon chunk on its side, which I only noticed because the bag was now...totally empty.

I stopped by Bookmans on my way home, a lil treat to start my long weekend.The only big indie store on my side of town. I found some Anthony Burgess books I'd never seen, and a tattered 60's print of Capote's In Cold Blood. Pretty swell. Not to mention I did this all at 3:30pm because we were let go early to start the holiday weekend. Omigod it takes so little to thrill me nowadays

And I'm watching the Olympics. I'm communing with the snowboarders, if you know what I mean. A nice Friday evening.