Garbage Angels

With Dara and Kyla off in London, Garrett and I are left home alone like Homer and Bart Simpson. It hasn't gotten to the stage where we can make garbage angels on the living room floor anyway. Apparently the high today in London was around 40F, and yesterday they were dealing with snow. By this time they have done the London Eye, the British Museum, and the Tower of London. I believe the architecturally inclined Dara is threatening Kyla with St. Paul's for tomorrow. Kyla's request for the War Museum didn't make the cut. On the home front, it's finally behaving like March in Northern California -- 70 degrees and sunny, azaleas and irises blooming, grass growing so fast you can see it happening as it stores up all that fuel for fire season. "Climate Best By Government Test" you know. I am consoling myself in Dara's absence by doing yard work and finally installing Firefox . After being cast as a late adopter by my 70+ mother, I figured I might as well see what it's about. Pretty damned good, actually.