Woke up at 7 on a blustery Saturday morning—the plan was to go bird-watching with an ornithologist friend of mine.
Naturally he canceled when we were walking out the door to leave. Bundled to the nines, D and I trudged out anyway to get apple ciders and coffee cakes.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that nothing ever sucks when Dan’s around. Situations usually turn out pretty great.