It's Sunday. Which means it's Easter. I know this because on my plane ride back to Denver, the food channel had an episode about easter candies. I learned about a man who only makes sculptures using Peeps, and the Peeps Company loves him and supplies him with all the Peeps he needs.
So, maybe you are hunting for eggs? I'm thinking you should watch the amazing poet Sommer Browning do a 5 minute standup comedy thing:
I will tell you about how my weekend was later once I upload many photos of moss.