When I left for work this morning, a cold dark rain started up as I walked to the bus stop, but tapered off to drizzle on the walk from the bus to my office.
My lunchtime walk around the block was warm and windy. I had to go around the windward side of the fountain by the courthouse or be splashed.
When I left work, a balmy breeze tried to get me to sweating under my raincoat (mind over matter) and I had to wear sunglasses. The sky was sky blue and festooned with high clouds. The young cherry trees in the neighborhood line the streets with lower, pinker clouds. How grand will they be in one hundred years?
My back door and all my windows are open. I ate cold pizza and drank my beer while watching the sun slant through the trees, through the grass, and across the head of the pink flamingo peering in at me.
Today at work we had cake and ice cream. We took a practice test and our pass rate was 100%, much higher than the team next door, to our trainer's delight. In the actual job part of the day, my research took me to the exactly what I was looking for. I read along in the file through the afternoon, ticking off my requirements as I found them, reaching the last one just when it was time to pick up my stuff and head for the bus.
Is this a joke?
250 words | April 1, 2008 06:55 PM | Because I said