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It’s so nice today – currently 57° and partly sunny, on its way to 59 – that I actually turned off the heat and cracked a couple of windows! It’s a bit breezy (20-30 mph), but the wind isn’t that cold. We’ll revert to normal February weather tomorrow, with a forecasted high in the upper 30s, then we’ll bounce around the 30s/40s (with rain here and there) for several days. There’s a chance of some snow next week, around Wed/Thurs, but I’m hoping it winds up being either a dusting or rain: I don’t want anything to keep me from driving to the MD jazz festival on the 14th, and I really don’t want to have to shovel my car free again. It’s pretty typical for us to get snow over Presidents Day Weekend: I just need for any white stuff to hold off until my car is in the hotel’s garage, and then be gone by the time I’m ready to drive home Sunday night. 
FCM, I can empathize! I’ve had terrible luck with the nails on my big toes: I had ingrown toenails removed from both of them back in late 2008/early 2009, then one of them developed a persistent fungal infection and was removed in 2019 – but it grew back with the infection, so it was permanently removed in 2021. I don’t know what happened/what I did to the other nail, but it’s been clear for a while now that it also needs to go (I keep putting off making the appointment because there’s no real pain and the aftercare is annoying).
I have a couple of work meetings this afternoon, but nothing that I’m dreading (which is nice). I’m hoping they will help the rest of the day go by a little faster. It will also help if I eat some lunch: I can’t believe it’s after 1pm and I’m not starving already! I think a banana, some Hormel pot roast, and a single-serve bag of Goldfish will do the trick. And maybe a couple of Lindt double chocolate truffles for dessert. 
I’ve had Bailey since she was 3 months old, and she has always been a little jumpy. When she was around 1 year old I asked the vet about it, because I felt bad and like it was somehow my fault, and she said some dogs are just jumpy/kinda nervous. I can easily imagine the same being true of cats!
Booo! (N.O.B.) Didn’t there used to be a law or a rule or something that anything tax-related had to be delivered by January 31st? Was that maybe just W2s? Or maybe I’m just imagining that whole thing…? 
I took German for two years when I lived in England – the equivalent of 7th and 8th grades – and these days I can only remember how to count to ten and ask “what time is it?” (because the teacher was a bit absent-minded and once showed us the same filmstrip repeatedly)…but I no longer know how to properly pronounce “spät.” Heh.
I’ve been noticing a hesitation in starting over the past couple of years. 
Yay! 