A thought occurs to me. We will never know how it feels, when running, for our ears to bounce up and down. A great shame.
I was thirty-two years old yesterday. And I'm thirty-two years old today, too, but the novelty's wearing off now. You know you're getting old when you get a frying pan and a garden hose for your birthday and it's not a disappointment. Quite the opposite: I got a Scanpan frying pan, which is a seriously Good Thing. And it's a retractable, wall-mounted hose. Cool.
The garden is beginning to bloom. I love Spring.
Sorry, no geopolitical controversies today.