Opening Day

... is still 2 days away. And in the meantime: Go, Illini!

: )

Yes, I will be watching the game. Yes, I will be enjoying a half-order of nachos fiesta whilst watching the game.

But just to keep my mind on the reality of spring and the possibility of baseball glory:



Of course, the backside of the hat is my favorite:



Go, Cubbies!

: )

Had some more thoughts on fairness this a.m.

Grandma Evelyn always believed in fairness. Whenever I got a toy, Debra got a toy, and vice-versa. When we got bikes for our birthdays, we both got our bikes on my birthday, or on her birthday. None of this making the other kid wait until her birthday, even though our birthdays were only 13 months apart.

: )

Totally unrelated, dream-induced tangent:

We are standing together, a little too close (closely?), perhaps, and you tell me you are playing golf at 3 p.m. And it is now 1:35 p.m. And I think about this, and I ask, “When you play golf, do you drink while you’re playing? Will you be tipsy when you return?”

And you look at me and smile, and ask, “Do you want me to be tipsy when I return?”

And I think about the possibilities, and I smile and say, “Oh, no. Not necessarily.” But you know what I really mean.