Chill day, warm day.

I love to play catch. And now we're totally equipped. It's days like these where I wish this wasn't an anonymous (or 99% anonymous) blog, because I'd love to show you some of the pics I snapped of the kids tossing a baseball around.

But then again, if this wasn't 99% anonymous, I couldn't be honest about what a lustful, dumbass, panic-sticken worry-wart I am.

Worry-wart. Now that is a distasteful term.

It's a beautiful spring day in Westchester, NY, and I'm trying to take a day off from things like:

• Bill Frist and his fake adoption of cats from shelters in order to practice surgery on them.
• George Bush and his complete rejection of checks and balances.
• The FBI's spying on, and infiltration of, peaceful domestic groups, because of their anti-war stance.

No, instead of dwelling on the Great Polarization of America... instead of worrying that Americans are buying into the fact that criticizing Bush aids enemies of the US... I'm going to go out there, do some gardening, play some catch, run the scooter, and enjoy this glorious day.

Love to all. Even you, the oil tank company that cut a six-inch hole in the basement door.