If ever I would leave you, How could it be in spring-time?
Knowing how in spring I’m bewitched by you so?
Oh, no! Not in spring-time!
Thank you to the good people of Honda of Tysons Corner for Thursday work that’s relieved my car of horrible, awful brake screeching. People were starting to turn their heads at stoplights. Worst of all, I couldn’t roll down my windows or roll open the roof without hearing the noise.
And rolling down the windows and opening the roof are everything I want to do these days. Hello, 70 degrees. Hello, sun. Hello, Goulet.
Previously in this blog: The death of Goulet. With Elvis + Nathan Fillion.