I biked 15 miles today, our first really hot & humid day.
Biking's the perfect thing to do when I'm feeling sad: the wheels keep spinning, and the brain stops. I dropped in on my friend Laura, and she gave me raspberry lemonade made with her own berries. Restorative!
Then I came home and took a cold shower, installed the Magical Box in the window (why do I always wait until it's lethally hot to do this?), and bummed a Rosamunde Pilcher book from my nice neighbor. Perfect for my mush brain.
Biking's the perfect thing to do when I'm feeling sad: the wheels keep spinning, and the brain stops. I dropped in on my friend Laura, and she gave me raspberry lemonade made with her own berries. Restorative!
Then I came home and took a cold shower, installed the Magical Box in the window (why do I always wait until it's lethally hot to do this?), and bummed a Rosamunde Pilcher book from my nice neighbor. Perfect for my mush brain.
2 comments:
I am sorry you are sad, Fresca. Please accept this as a virtual hug.
Thanks, Crow.
Sadness is OK. It's just... sad.
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