T. and R. went skating; R. got enough time going around in circles on the ice to be twitchy for the rest of the evening. I got a long walk and dropped some stuff off at the Middle Class Guilt Reduction Station. I packed up some more things to go into the bins today, but if the past is any indicator, it could take me weeks to get the next batch out. But at least that batch is in a bin in the basement, instead of stacked in the upstairs hallway.
I'm reading a memoir by an EMT turned paramedic in Atlanta. It's morbidly awesome and _very_ funny, altho YMMV. What the author (and, apparently, I) find(s) funny and what you find vomit-inducing could be one and the same.
