Bingo is already on squirrel patrol. Often he sleeps in, snuggling on the comfy bed, but it seems that the warm weather is calling him to the yard. The vibe at the middle school was off the chain yesterday. One of the teachers told me that the collective excitement is weather related. On days like yesterday, there is usually a fight; it was two girls this time. I had just walked through the bus lobby on the way to the gym with Jack, when the P.E. teachers sprinted by us headed for the bus lobby. I saw a girl with a t-shirt that read: Can we start the week-end over? I think that is how everyone was feeling. The weather is nice, and no one wanted to be at school. I expect more zaniness today.