I can't believe that it was pouring down snow last Sunday at this time. A couple of days ago it was in the mid to upper 80's and I saw a bid dead snake flattened in the road.

Last night I dreamed I met Jason Shellen. Why can't I have interesting dreams? You'd think my unconscious mind would have me meet a nude Jennifer Aniston, but no, I meet Jason Shellen. Not that there's anything wrong with meeting Mr. Shellen, mind you, but he's no Jennifer Aniston. At least he wasn't nude.