Thursday night. Legs are tired, but recovering on the strength of buccatini and tomato sauce. Now: loft with a bit of ice cream. I played frisbee tonight and volleyball yesterday.. though neither very well. Meantime the deck has languished. Concrete should be well cured and ready for some serious progress over the next few days, though.
In the meantime it's the dog days of summer. Weather has been hot but it feels like that could break, which might put an end to the lethargy and frayed nerves everywhere. It feels like the whole world is a little kid at the end of a long day on skis who is a terrible stinker but then cries when it's time to leave.
Thursday, August 19, 2010