It’s been crazy beautiful here. I hate to brag, knowing I have family in
Siberia Chicago, but I can’t help it. Today it was 68 and sunny, with just a hint of a spring breeze. And tomorrow it’s supposed to be 70.
I commented on my way out of work that I wouldn’t want this weather every day — maybe 330 days out of the year? You need some rain and snow so that you’ll appreciate these days. I was happy all day, simply because it was beautiful outside. I bet people in San Diego don’t just walk around smiling simply because it’s a beautiful day. (Because after 364 days, their cheeks would hurt.)
Tonight at Target I had a random craving for sweet potato fries, and so I bought some and am now eating them. When I tasted the first one, I marveled at how long it’s been since I made them for dinner. Why am I not eating these things every day? They’re incredible!
And then I realized if I ate them every day, they would cease being so incredible.
Like sunny, 68-degree days.
Moderation, people. There’s a reason it’s good for us.