Sprung

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Here is spring, as evidenced by the tree in bloom in Judi's backyard--and my nutso allergies.

It's the kind of day, I think, that is going to require about fifteen cups of coffee before I even feel human. (I blame the allergies.) As I write this, I'm half-watching some true crime show on A&E. (A = arts, E = entertainment; When did crime become art and/or entertainment?) Crunch--who, when I watch TV, normally likes to lay in the yard in a spot where he can both keep and eye on me and keep himself busy on the important task of shredding his many toys--is at my feet; he's wary of the crashing, growly sounds of the construction going on down the street.

The true crime story, in case you're interested, is about a woman who was married eleven times (six of those times without divorcing between the marriages).She is explaining the eleven marriages by saying that she doesn't believe in premarital sex. At some point, a few of those husbands turned up dead, shot. It happens I guess.