Tomorrow I plan to try to get out of this house, slush or no slush. The little bit of snow we got today didn't stick, and the temp is supposed to reach 40 tomorrow.
I'm thankful that I still have the wonder of a child when it comes to so many things. Some games are like that. Some movies. Some sights. I don't want to ever lose my ability to think and act like a child, to try to see things the way kids do. I still identify with the kids when I watch a TV show or movie. And I hope I do when I'm 70. (I should really try writing kids, like Charlie does . . .)