Spectacular, All To Non-Spectacular
Today was spectacular, in a non-spectacular way. Got up around 7:30; stumbled around the apartment until I felt awake enough to make the walk to Starbucks, in flip flops of course. Except for the trip to Massachusetts, and running, the goal is to not wear real shoes for the whole summer.
Hmm, not so crowded today, where are all the moms? I secured a nice cushy chair in the corner, with the NY times and a Venti, perfect. Let’s see, Bush squashes a global warming initiative at the G8, and congressman are setting records for the amount of special interest earmarks, and still nobody has found the bees. Arrggg.
OK, back home to kill some time before heading out for the day. Found and destroyed that bug on the web page in the application for Sony. Good job, only took an hour.
Off to Peters Canyon for a nice warm 5 mile run. Wow, nobody here. Makes me wonder, in a post apocalyptic world, it’s the animals we will have to worry about, more then the living, or un-dead. In a sparsely populated planet, won’t the animals regain a foothold and have more of a say on planetary events. Maybe the bees will come back, but I’ll bet they’ll be pissed off. I hope I don’t get eaten by a mountain lion.
The run was fantastic, the first shirtless run of the summer season. I just keep smiling because I’m doing this and not embedded in a cube of death.
After the run, it’s straight to the beach. Fingers crossed; will it be warm and sunny or cold and cloudy? Spectacular, it’s beautiful. As I take off my flip flops, the sand is just the right amount of hot on my feets.
Plug in the iPod; lay in the sun, life is good.
Back from the beach with just the right amount of sunburn, kind of tingly, not real pain. Quick shower, and over to the house to try and coax Melanie out for dinner.
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, do this once in your life. Take the summer off before the post apocalyptic era, its friggin spectacular!!
Hmm, not so crowded today, where are all the moms? I secured a nice cushy chair in the corner, with the NY times and a Venti, perfect. Let’s see, Bush squashes a global warming initiative at the G8, and congressman are setting records for the amount of special interest earmarks, and still nobody has found the bees. Arrggg.
OK, back home to kill some time before heading out for the day. Found and destroyed that bug on the web page in the application for Sony. Good job, only took an hour.
Off to Peters Canyon for a nice warm 5 mile run. Wow, nobody here. Makes me wonder, in a post apocalyptic world, it’s the animals we will have to worry about, more then the living, or un-dead. In a sparsely populated planet, won’t the animals regain a foothold and have more of a say on planetary events. Maybe the bees will come back, but I’ll bet they’ll be pissed off. I hope I don’t get eaten by a mountain lion.
The run was fantastic, the first shirtless run of the summer season. I just keep smiling because I’m doing this and not embedded in a cube of death.
After the run, it’s straight to the beach. Fingers crossed; will it be warm and sunny or cold and cloudy? Spectacular, it’s beautiful. As I take off my flip flops, the sand is just the right amount of hot on my feets.
Plug in the iPod; lay in the sun, life is good.
Back from the beach with just the right amount of sunburn, kind of tingly, not real pain. Quick shower, and over to the house to try and coax Melanie out for dinner.
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, do this once in your life. Take the summer off before the post apocalyptic era, its friggin spectacular!!
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