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April 3, 1975, there was a snow storm in Iowa. Patrick decided that was the day to be born. He's been contrary ever since. Today, to celebrate his birth, the skies over Q8 did the closest it could to snow, it rained.
Happy Birthday, my son.

The time is not right

The time is not right yet for me to get a Clie. ( Read more... )

Max did not have school today. It rained, and the training area was a sea of desert mud. So, after his run we stopped in an empty parking lot and heeled and sitted for about 45 minutes. Cheese works.

Neighbors are moving out below us and in the next tower. Do they know something and are not telling?