Then I walked to my local organic market (god I love living here), because I wanted the exercise (down to 162 -- 25 pounds to go!), and discovered the reason traffic's been so horrible in my neighborhood: the "City of Lakes Loppet". I'd never heard of a loppet before. If someone had said "Aaaaaa! Look out for the loppet!" I would have run for cover, or grabbed a rabies pole. Turns out that a loppet is some sort of cross-country ski event... and the city officials, in their infinite wisdom, trucked tons and tons of snow into the heart of uptown to hold this event. At enormous cost -- into six digits. And then, because the weather's been unseasonably warm, it all melted, and they had to call the whole thing off. But all the people sitting in traffic on my street didn't know that. Wow -- great way to build confidence in one's local government. They were scooping the last of the dirty grey slush off the street when I walked past.
Bought more than I'd intended to at the market (but at least I didn't have another melt-down in the cheese aisle, this time); it was still possible to carry it all home. Tonight I'm going to write my necropsy report, try to make room for the futon frame so that I can put it together, put together the etagiere for the second bathroom, finish my laundry. And talk to Brent. I talked to him today, but he's like potato chips -- you can never have just one. (Really GOOD potato chips. Better than any potato chips I've ever had.)
Oh yeah! I almost forgot! There's a hand-crafted chocolatier's shop a block and a half away, which sells chocolate soup on the weekends! Chocolate soup?! I asked. I tried some -- imagine REALLY GOOD chocolate fondue, without the fondue forks. With ladyfingers and fresh strawberrries, today. I think I'm going to have to invite a friend over for chocolate soup, and soon.