Three beautiful things from my past week:

1. D.C. was expecting icy weather last night, just as Rudi was supposed to be driving back from western New York. So, when we talked Tuesday, we agreed that if it was prudent, he’d stop along the way and come home today instead. Between the team wrapping its race early to get a jump on the storm, a slightly slower moving front than originally forecast, and temperatures that stayed warmer later, he was able to make it home earlier than expected and before what turned out just to be rain.

2. It has been a hot minute since I played basketball, but that’s what I signed up to coach this winter as my volunteer gig. It felt good to be able to demonstrate to the elementary school boys why it was they should learn how to do layups and not just take the jumpers that seem to have become the mainstay of today’s NBA.

3. Since it was so nice out after my morning volleyball game wrapped up Saturday, I decided to pedal home via the neighborhood just north of mine, where a bakery I’d enjoyed during the pandemic has moved to. Its line reminded me of going into New Haven for pizza or Italian ice when I was a kid, and it’s nice to see that people still have the patience to wait for tasty treats. (Also, the passionfruit doughnut was delicious!)