False Start: Spring, 15 yard penalty. Repeat First Down

The sun is shining.  It's 63 degrees right now at almost 5:00 pm here.  Very little wind at all.  The grill is smoking with chicken and vegetables.  I'm tanked on a fine Pinot Grigio.  The windows are open.  My neighbor just fired up his Strat and Marshall amp and played a fairly decent rendition of the Star Spangled Banner (a la Hendrix).  Then it went silent again.  Wind chimes dangling in the light breeze.  The grill aroma is KILLING ME!  I could eat the desk right now.