too too much

I've decided that I like dates.
I mean the mushy dried fruit type dates, I imagine I'd like OTHER dates, but...
anyway, as for my fruit-a-licious friends, I've eaten too many today and now, despite their being good for you.... well... I feel ill.

This morning on my walk I got to thinking. There's been this ball of snow that I've admired for it's tenacity... it's been hiding in a shadow at the train station, wrapped in leaves and twigs and dirt.
I was thinking about how it must be such a nice cool place, and I was filing it away in my mind as a great spot to read later this summer when the heat gets intense. I got a little closer today and saw that it had rolled down the hill a bit.
Turns out it was cotton batting.
Sad.