It is spring in Kenwood and there is white stuff from some mysterious tree floating around in the air that looks like cotton and is messing up my sinuses.
But who cares when the wisteria is blooming and you are outside in the 70 degree sunshine at 4:30 on a Thursday afternoon drinking a peartini and eating olive oil roasted almonds with Herbes de Provence?
Not I. Never mind that it is my only day off this week. Never mind that I spent my day off studying and writing a paper on anorexia.
The afternoon was bliss and dinner will follow.Life is good....