Out for a run yesterday, when it was sunny and the temperature was 78℉, I got actually warm for the first time in six months.
I’m back home! And two days of brisk urban walking have done me a world of good.
Excellent waiter actually kept up with the rate at which Jackie and I drink coffee.
“After 7:00 pm and it’s still light out,” says Jackie.
I find it very satisfying to sort out a check-register snafu. In this I take after my Grandfather Sharp who, according to family legend, was delighted to do just that from his hospital bed after his first heart attack.
Can’t be upset about a gloomy day when our first daffodil of the year is in bloom.
I’m sure glad I didn’t spend a bunch of money to go on a vacation someplace warm in February this year.
So warm I saw my first butterfly of the year! (Sadly, didn’t manage to get a picture.)