Right now it's 65 and I'm writing in a plaid flannel button-down. Skies are grey, a light mist is falling, and I'm perfectly content.
This is a day made for lazies, and I am a proud, proud lazy.
Summer oppresses with the weight of so many expectations; once the sun comes out and the temperature climbs, I always feel obligated to do so much, to enjoy every moment, to go go go and get tan tan tan...
Today I feel less pressure to do; I just want to be.
