I wish the weather would make up its mind on whether it wants to be winter or spring. Trees are blooming, but cold winds are blowing strong. In the morning, it's frigid, and by noon, it's sweltering.
On a completely different note, Sophie, my cat, was probably born on this day, three years ago. Right now, she got her claws stuck on my leotard and is walking around with a leotard stuck to her foot. Time goes by, and only a few things change...
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