80 degrees on March 15? I'll take that. Fire up the grill.
I almost ran over a dog on the way home tonite. A jack russell got away from some kids playing with him and ran across State street as I was heading out. I actually stopped to help grab him just b/c I hate the thought of a dog getting run over. The kids were so cool about it I didn't even bother yelling at them about getting a leash. They said thank you and everything. It kind of made my night, and made the craziness that was the LFP that much easier to handle. Good times.

Now to have some Guinness and enjoy some bbq. Fan-fucking-tastic.Current beer-scale: 7.7

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