Egg on Your Face

What you have to understand is that we don't talk about the weather because we've got nothing better to say, or that -- with the possible exception of DTC's meeting certain professors in the men's room -- we're really that uncomfortable with silence that a good discussion of the pollent count seems better than nothing at all. No, we New Englanders talk about the weather because it's got such a significant stranglehold on our lives, and every unpredictable moment heralds something new and unforeseen.

Like Capture the Flag.

It's a beautiful day, and I just woke up knowing I have so much to do, and you know what? Here's what's great about it: I get to do work I'm slowly but surely starting to actually love, come home to a grilled cheese sandwich tonight (latest obsession), head down into Boston tomorrow for church, and meet a ragtag bunch of law students on the Common for Capture the Flag tomorrow afternoon.

CAPTURE THE FLAG DETAILS:
High tomorrow: 62 degrees
Chance of precipitation: 0%
Theme music: The sound of Krishan's body hitting the ground...hard
Game face: So, so, SO on.
Jana sighting: likely
Invited: all y'alls.
Meet: at the Park Street T stop, 1:30ish, Sunday afternoon.
On my side: God.
On yours: does it matter, really? (see above)