We were all set to go camping tonight. The kid are out of school; DH had worked with Joey to plan the menu (and fulfill a Scouting requirement), and we were so excited to go to Arches National Park.
That is, until yesterday:
The weather in Moab, Utah, was to be the same as here, 32 at night and 53 during the day.
I miss Spring. I think I caught a glimpse of her last week, teasing me by stopping by for a day or two, but otherwise, the last few months have been very cruel.
I tried to convince DH that since we weren't going camping, today would be a great day to clean out the garage. He didn't go for it.