Friday Rush

Shabbat starts so early these days. There's really no time to really write anything significant. We're making soup for the first time since last winter. It's very sad. I love soup and all, but I hate winter. Soup means it's cold outside, which means it's winter. I'm very sad. I grew up in a place where it's cold for like over 6 months out of the year. I hate it, and I've had enough snow and freezing rain for 2 life-times. I want hot. OK, enough complaining. I have to make Shabbat. Happy trails all. See ya tomorrow night.