Tonight is one of ever elusive, oh-so-perfect summer evenings. It’s not humid, it’s not too hot. The temperature is in the mid 70s. It really doesn’t get much better than this. It seems like everybody’s outside, doing yard work, going for a jog, or just being out and enjoying life. It’s a beautiful thing. Kind of makes you forget how gnarly the winters are here in Omaha.
After work, I went for a long walk through Elmwood Park near our house just to get out and get moving, as I felt mighty sluggish. I did that dumb thing where I didn’t bring enough food for lunch, and then ate way too much as soon as I got home. So…yeah. Not good for your energy level. Feeling much better now, though.
I find that I want to be outside much more than I want to be inside writing. (Although if my laptop was full functioning, I could write outside, but that’s another story.) But, for now, I am inside. The sprinkler is going on the lawn, the laundry is folded, and I am theoretically getting down to some editing on a short story. So let’s see how bad it actually is.
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