Creators Syndicate - Last Saturday, my wife and I replayed a scene that's probably familiar to any couple who've ever gone out for the evening, from the beginning of time. We were getting ready to go to a neighborhood party, and I was trying to find a shirt that 1) wasn't too wrinkled, 2) didn't have any noticeable stains, and 3) didn't smell too bad. My wife was trying on some clothes that she'd bought that very afternoon.
Creators Syndicate - This past week, sunshine served to destabilize moist air that had been left behind from a warm front that spread north and east throughout our area, causing a catastrophic precipitation event.
Creators Syndicate - The other week, something happened that shocked me to my core.
Creators Syndicate - For the past 25 years or so, my waistline has been expanding, slowly but surely, at a steady but depressing rate. You'd never really notice from month to month, but the progress is there, never slowing down, never speeding up, inexorable. It's sort of like a glacier, except made out of fat.