It’s a beautifully sunny day in the neighborhood, and, as you can see, the kitties are soaking it up.  I was, too.  I even took off my shoes and socks, rolled up my pants, and pretended it was warmer than the thermometer would indicate, toes tickling the warm pavement.  I think bliss would be the right word to describe it.  Did I mention that I ate a tangerine in the process?  Drippy and delicious.

Aside from that, I don’t have much to tell you.  The final season of  Lost starts tonight.  I admit that I have been sucked into that vortex and am quite looking forward to a resolution.    We saw An Education last night.  I loved it and will be singing its praises in the Friday Spotlight.  I’m bouncing between two very interesting books, too.  Vanessa & Virginia and A Homemade Life. My January illness brought my reading to a standstill, so I am glad to be back in it, and with such good reads, I can’t complain, not one iota.  On top of all that goodness, I’ve got Lily Allen’s “The Fear” playing on a loop in my mind.  Life IS fucking fantastic.

Sorry for the swear word, Grandma.  Pretend you didn’t see it.