Weatherwise, I would point out that the span of all those events has been over nearly 50 years of life... God, 50 years next February! I think I need a nap, even thinking it makes me tired... Where did my 30's go?<br/><br/>On a totally unrelated note... I just finished another book where the word "Supplies" was substituted for the word "Groceries." Seriesly?<br/><br/>Whenever I hear the word supplies in regards to food, I think about a cabin out in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness, hundreds of miles from anywhere... "Well, Honey, I'm going for supplies, keep the rifle loaded and watch out for them wolves while skinnin' those deer... I should be back in a couple of months." and followed by a harrowing, dangerfilled and death defying track into the supply post where food is purchased by the gross and an equally life threatening trip back to his dear wife and baby boy with the goods.<br/><br/>Not, "Sweetheart, need milk, can you stop off for supplies? Love, Alison. in a text message in Florida from an air conditioned office... Not, "Honey! We're out of bread, I'm going out for supplies, be back in a few minutes!" from the kitchen of a suburban 3 bed-room and using a camary. lol