Elegant's fever broke yesterday afternoon and she felt well enough to play outside. We decided to pull out bikes and scooters:
As soon as the girls hit the road, they started playing a game that involved aliases and sleuthing. While I sat on a bench in the neighbor's yard and kept an eye on things, "Nancy" and "Tiffany" raced up and down the street, fully enjoying the mild winter afternoon and trying to solve the mystery that was part of their game. I must say that Tiffany is mighty skilled at riding a bike while wearing a dress.
Our yard is looking rather winter-weary. You can't see it so much in the photo, but it's almost time to rake out the flower beds and start cleaning things up. While it's too early to start planting, I am at least thinking. And plotting. And planning. And scheming. Because that's what I do this time of year as I contemplate the gardening possibilities.
Today, Elegant is home with me, as we strictly enforce the 24 hour rule with fevers and she has not been fever-free for a full day. I have work to do, but won't put in a full day, as the girl will probably get bored later and will need to be entertained. One thing is certain: We will be listening to classic rock and classic rock only today, as I have the Hannah Fucking Montana soundtrack stuck in my head. I actually woke up with one particular bit of dreck playing in my brain, which is simply unacceptable.