Sprung

I woke up this morning ready for the weekend. I don't know why it is, but I work a short week like I did this week, it feels twice as long. We've got big plans for the weekend, and I imagine we'll get to most of it. As long as it includes time for Assassin's Creed and Rachet and Clank (purchased during lunch today) I'll be a happy man.

I stepped out on the front porch this morning to get a look at our Lilac bush. We've been clipping small bunches of the blooms and putting them in a vase on our kitchen table. The smell fills our entire first floor. It's always been Jen's favorite part of Spring, and it's quickly becoming mine. This morning though, I could see that the tiny purple blooms are starting to drift to the mulch below, decorating the dirt as if for a party. I was sorry to see them start to go, but I'm looking forward to summer. The trees in our neighborhood have given up the tentative leafing, and are rolling full steam in the longer days. The spring flowers are starting to fade to make room for June's new blooms, and I think we're all just waiting for it to finally get into the 80's and stay there.

My lunch hour reminded me of my morning. After running to Gamestop to trade in some old PS2 stuff for the two new games noted above, I headed over to a strip mall near the office for a cigar. Calorie free and delicious, I love smoking a cigar when it's cool out in the evening around a fire, which is exactly what I'm planning to do Saturday night. When I got out of the car, I noticed that the sidewalk and curb was covered with flower petals. The local flower shop had evidently taken leftovers and decorated the sidewalk in front of their storefront. I felt like a bride on her special day. Well, at least like a bride headed to a Cigar Shop that luckily had a new box of Cohibas stocked. A dirty, stinking, cigar-smoking bride.