The deadline for the "seasonal changeover" (i.e., an Alaskan rite of passage from winter to summer, removing the studded snow tires & mounting the street tread) is May 1st. Older Daughter put it off until today, since she was instructing a group of newbie shooters at last weekend's Appleseed Shoot.
She headed out to Big Box Club to get in line at 5 a.m., as it's first-come, first-served, and they only accept the first 15 or 20 people on Saturdays.
We were up by then, enjoying our first cups of coffee while trying to get both eyes open & focused at the same time. (Don't laugh, young readers: your turn's coming.)
She texted that she was first in line - a good thing - but neglected to take breakfast along. I finished that first cup, swung by Mickey D's for McGriddle & hash browns, and had a warm meal in her hands by 5:20 or so.
Returned home, had a second cup, and then took Younger Daughter to her job at 6:30, since she doesn't yet have her license. She will be taking the road test soon, and has saved enough to get her own car this summer.
Then at 10:00, I was standing in line outside the DMV to renew my driver's license & plates on the family car. Fortunately they were fully-staffed, which doesn't often happen, and I was out the door 15 minutes later; I think that's the shortest visit I've ever had there. The place was packed to the rafters when I left, so those folks were spending a big chunk of their weekend at the DMV. Me? I've got better things to do.
After lunch, there's some shopping to do: all my slacks are baggy now, and I need summer shorts that will stay where I first fasten them. It's strange ... you lose 35 pounds, and your clothes get bigger.
Funny how that works.