It’s Monday. Spring has officially shown up… it just hasn’t committed yet. Here in Illinois, it’s more of a “now you see it, now you don’t” situation. Friday and Saturday teased us with temps in the 70s pushing 80, and then Sunday came along and bitch-slapped us right back into the 40s.
Still, those couple warm days were glorious. People crawled out of their houses, and suddenly the streets were alive again with the rumble of muscle cars and motorcycles shaking off months of hibernation. For a minute there, it actually felt like spring.
Overall, it was a solid weekend. Kicked things off Friday with a big plate of fried bluegill—something I hadn’t had in ages, and it definitely hit the spot. Saturday was all about soaking up the sun and being outside as much as possible. Then Sunday turned into a productive one, knocking out a bunch of stuff and wrapping it up by watching Tyler Reddick grab his fourth win of the season. Hard to complain about a weekend like that.
Boogity-Boogity-Boogity!
Still, those couple warm days were glorious. People crawled out of their houses, and suddenly the streets were alive again with the rumble of muscle cars and motorcycles shaking off months of hibernation. For a minute there, it actually felt like spring.
Overall, it was a solid weekend. Kicked things off Friday with a big plate of fried bluegill—something I hadn’t had in ages, and it definitely hit the spot. Saturday was all about soaking up the sun and being outside as much as possible. Then Sunday turned into a productive one, knocking out a bunch of stuff and wrapping it up by watching Tyler Reddick grab his fourth win of the season. Hard to complain about a weekend like that.
-keep