Four hours, 19-degrees, and a line of restless queue-ees still yields some measure of tranquility under a sky like this.

This will be just like WWDITS, right?

Getting the hang of “sad boy with the curls”

Sometimes gray days are just what you need.

You go smash now.

When in doubt make sure there are eyebrows.

Still thinking about this throwback before our screening of Wicked. Cheryl done killed Dorothy and gonna rip Mr. Scarecrow apart.

Adult play zone at Dave Thomas circle has landed.

Ministry of Magic is closed.

I, for one, welcome our winter overlords. Let us freeze with glee.

Workout but make it French.

It’s a dangerous development realizing mochas can be made decaf.

Watching the Wizard of Oz for the first time and stuck between “oh, so that’s where that song/phrase/imagery comes from!” and “they really copied the Simpson’s there”.