After a week where if you fridge broke, you could have just rolled it outside and it would have kept your food fine, 61′F feels like SPRING.
I’m on the back deck (god, I love WiFi) waiting for Ian (who’s in town for the weekend) and Kellie to swing by so we all (myself, Jason2 and Scott) can grab some lunch at Athen’s (our local Greek diner). Yay — feta and garlic tzatziki. Then Kellie and I are taking the dogs for a 3 mile walk around Lake James, totally negating the calories I will have just stuffed in my mouth. Or something like that. 
Who says January Saturdays have to suck? 