Driving home tonight (around 5:45 PM, not in the dead of night) my car told me that the temperature was 14 degrees. My car is always about 4 degrees too optimistic about the temperature, so it’s actually closer to 10 degrees (and the WeatherBug software agrees with that) and 10 is close to single digits which is close to negative numbers which is close to the temperature at which I can take a pot of boiling water outside, throw it into the air and have it hiss and crackle and vaporize before it hits the ground. That’s not embellishing any, is it?

In the spirit of ongoing sharing, I have another public resolution. This time it’s targeted at people who talk incessantly during movies – not the ones who make the occasional subdued comment about the movie, but those who carry on entire conversations about how Aunt Stella really needs to have something done about those bunions and the McElroy’s beagle pooped on the front walkway again and that mold in the bathroom has spread out into the hallway and so on. May they be struck deaf, dumb and blind when they enter a movie theater (this affliction would, of course, be removed when they stepped back out of the theater). Either that or an automated gag mechanism would have to spring out from the seat back to cover their flapping jaws when they entered into a lengthy discourse on a topic that has no relevance to the movie. Not that I’ve run in this lately, but I’m just saying.