Downright chilly. Snow just to the west of us, but only cold here. Relieved. Tired of boring floor plans and ugly house fronts. Ready to rub feet with Dr. Gooch in a minute. Happy to be me. Worried about what sort of parent I am turning out to be. Smiling at the vinegar/baking soda volcanoes Dr. Gooch made for each of his goochkins. Listening to him creek the floor upstairs. Wanting a uni-level home. Craving a glass of water and some clarity.