lil’ Stevie is off to Dallas. I won’t get to see him until next Tuesday, and I keep having these terrible pseudo-psycho thoughts like, “Maybe he’ll decide he doesn’t want to come back. Maybe he’ll want to stay home.” Or, the perennial favorite (thank you Shirley-Mom), “What if something happens on his flight? Car wreck? Devastating illness?” I know. I need to give it a break. Anyway, back to the laugh. Molly’s blog for today is quite amusing. And it poses the question of the ages, “What exactly is ground in a rumor mill?” I can just picture the place going into the all-to-familiar mode of “Nobody’s supposed to know this, but everyone does.” Business as usual.
Looking at Molly’s new weather banner, though, I guess all of that worry about Stevie is completely unjustified. I’m sure it’s 85 degrees at 10:30AM, but it feels like 95. And humid. I didn’t ride my bike this morning, though I know I should have. I’ll do it tomorrow, because I’m going out after work with a few people and I don’t want to abandon the bug up here.