I celebrated by walking home from work. It took me one hour and 45 minutes, maybe 20 minutes longer than I thought it would. But gosh! That's not bad for 4.5 miles. My time will improve!
If I had gone west instead of east, I would be in Center City Philadelphia right now. I feel empowered.
Over the weekend I scavenged a deceased opossum from a Snobville street and threw it into the back yard. I was hoping to lure some Thunderbirds here for my special day. But it's been a long, cold, lonely winter, and this area isn't chock-a-block with buzzards even in the best of weather. Holding out hope here, but in the meantime, I can always scare up a wake of buzzards, thanks to the magic of computers!
EXHIBIT A: DAYS OF YORE, WENONAH, NJ
EXHIBIT C: FLOPPY
EXHIBIT D: SOMEONE SENT ME THIS GORGEOUS SHOT THAT WAS HARD TO NAB
May the wisdom of the Sacred Thunderbird roost in your belfry! Bird is the word.