So yesterday I was dragging my reluctant ass into work after such a beautiful weekend, and I went into McDonald's and before I could order my breakfast, the counter girl looked at me and said:
"Sausage biscuit two hashbrown patties?"

I'm a regular! I'm a regular! I've so missed being a regular...

It was so beautiful yesterday that everyone at work spent the day sort of moping around, gazing longingly out the windows.

I kept going up to people and saying "Remember when you were a little kid and the teacher would let you have class outside? Can't we all get laptops and cellphones and go to Central Park for the day? Pleeeeease?"

I realize that I'm being boring as fuck nattering on about the weather every single day, but it's just so perfect I cannot help it. Don't worry, it'll be crappy soon enough and I'll...well, keep writing about it actually.

Never mind.

A year ago today was the day I wrote about Diane dying, though she actually died on the 29th of March. And now, little Bonnie Diane is two weeks old.

If she grows up to be half as sweet and good and strong and ornery a person as her namesake was, she'll be a hell of a woman.

One year ago today:
My God, we're all going to miss her.

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