First, in case you were curious, my egg broke. Dramatically. There were ones that spewed farther, and ones that pitched out of their protective cages much farther up than mine did. It was fun. We had an audience.
But. It’s Valentine’s Day, and everybody’s hungry, so there were people selling carnations in the building of my afternoon class. So I bought some, and put them in a Sobe bottle, and stood them on the corner of my desk, and realized my room is actually pretty.
And, because there is no snow, I broke out my bike. All better.