Blowsy day in SLC

The time of yellow things that rain from the very trees that will later produce a multitude of whirligigs. I wonder if they're the source of my epic allergies.... I'm breakfasting at the Cocoa Cafe this morning. There is a gaggle of cops at one table and four ladies next to me, talking about Italian vs. Spanish in the context of travel. (The lone barista is the adorable redhead, and she's being run off her lime green flats by us all!) The sky threatens rain, but I don't think it's real serious.

Yesterday I went to the Kearns swimming complex with my buddies. My skin is still feeling pleasantly sterilized and tight, and my hair feels like a trimmed horse's mane. After the swim, we hit up Leatherby's Family Creamery, where they serve delicious, but slightly obscene ice cream confections. This is where people of the LDS persuasion are permitted gross excess. The place was teeming with children (Jon pointed out: they cry, but not for long, because eventually they get ice cream). Our waiter, Nephi, put his shoulder to the wheel and produced a "medium-sized" banana split that nearly put all three of us into a coma.