It was 50 degrees today in the Boston area. March has come in like a furry little lamb. I washed and waxed the Caravan. I went to the fire station to get my burning permit, I got the propane tank for the gas grill filled. I got my outdoor chair out of winter storage in the shed and sat in the warmth of the sun, smoking a cigar and sipping on a Harpoon Irish red ale.
As I surveyed my kingdom, my thoughts of job hunting have been elbowed-out by thoughts about what I need to do in the yard and garden. Tomato seeds need to be started. The fence needs work. There is painting to be done on the west side of the house.
Life as an unemployed systems analyst suddenly seems really good.
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