And You Will Know Us by Our Trail of Squeeling Children

Every day around 11, the preschool near my house takes its kids out for a walk - I know this because I can hear them from halfway down the block. They're all linked up on this rope - like a tow-rope on the bunny slope (or so I hear) - as far as I can tell, they aren't tethered to the rope, but instead have to hold on. And they do. And oh, do they ever chatter as they're doing it. It is, frankly, adorable. But I get the feeling that it's less so from the ground level perspective of the teachers who have to keep them going at a walking pace. . .

In other childlike news - I just threw a liiittle bit of a tantrum trying to re-lock the lock by my parking space. It's a stupid stupid system and far more trouble than it's worth - particularly when the lock doesn't seem to be in the best of shape. And with 40 mph wind gusts knocking around all of the trash cans in the alley, there was only so much of it that I could stand before stomping around and swearing abundantly. Maybe a touch embarrassing, sure, but the jumping up and down with frustration was kind of satisfying.