Don't you love me anymore, Mama?

I suppose the fact that my mother hasn't called me about possible cougar attacks means that she's finally comfortable with me living in The Big City and Far Away From Home. Perhaps it's because when she said that she probably make a ton of parenting mistakes with me, I replied that I thought "she did things right 90% of the time." (I also think that's why she gave me forty dollars FOR NO GOOD REASON. Flattery, folks!)

But still, it'd be nice to get an email making sure I'm okay and safe from cougars. I suppose she assumes I'd just forward it to other bloggers or post it here.

The absence of any kind of potentially embarrassing missive could be for those reasons, or because I called her today in a panic because my tax returns were rejected for the second time and she knows full-well that I am absolutely safe and in my usual, neurotic state.

Stratford-on-Guy

I think about this song whenever I fly in or out of Chicago.

Finally! Some good news.

My thermometer told me that it was twenty one degrees this morning, but it felt like Spring. After a week of sub-zero temperatures, the low twenties feel like the upper fifties. And look at those upcoming high temperatures! It's going to feel like Spring Break pretty soon.