The cold is letting up0

The cold is beginning to let up, and almost immediately the calendar losing empty space.  Monday is the bar-with-friends evening.  Tuesdays is racquetball (rocketball), Wednesdays is rollerblading at the Metrodome, Thursdays is rocketball again, and Friday is the only week day where there is nothing in particular planned.  I guess that is flight night, or the night where I just waste gas driving all over the metro all evening.  If 93 octane is my combustible heroin, cars are our big needles. This 300-hp affront to all that is good and decent and respectable, this angry piece of rubber and aluminum turns gasoline directly into moments of teary bliss. (~Dan Neil) [..]