son-day, featuring April in January

Son-day on Monday, and for no good reason except that I spent Sunday in my garage, sorting worms from worm poop. Many, many hours of sorting worms from poop. No, there are no pictures. At least it wasn't too cold, though it was rainy.

Today it was crazy warm, like open the sunroof warm, in the mid-60s. I'm from Maine and that's just plain wrong in January. Still, now that I have children I get over the wrong-ness and play outside instead. Oliver wanted to play golf. Then baseball. Then football. Who was I to argue?