It’s 67º outside in the middle of a late-September night. The crickets are out. And it’s going to be 90º today. Weird, but delightful. And I think my mood is progressing toward that same state, as well. Slowly, but surely, it’ll be delightful again.
Interesting phone conversation tonight with Erica and her housemate Renee, by the way. I don’t really know what to make of it, though I never really know what to make of conversations with Erica anymore. Hmm.
Anyway, I’ve got a big day ahead of me. I’m going to kick this cold’s bacteria-riddled ass and show it who’s boss. I’m going to get better through sheer force of will. So there! By tomorrow afternoon I’ll be all better. And I will work on catching up on my work.
As for now, it’s good night.
