so close i can taste it.

Saturday might be filled with sunbathing on the roof and yummy spring seasonal ales and homemade pizzas. I get a text inviting me to this and respond with just “sounds perfect,” which it absolutely does. It may not be a beach or my nearly-green yard that’s currently fighting its way out of winter, but at least a high enough roof provides me with the sunshine that my body just craves this time of year. Plus, who can say no to the time tested combination of beer and pizza?

Then, I check the weather, and a high of 45 for the weekend has me abandoning these hopes.

Please, oh please melt, last bits of snow!!

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