Mastering the art of blogging.

You know you don’t write entries enough when the WordPress layout seems to change every time you log in to your account. Ah well.

I can’t help but notice that despite the chaos of it all, which I venture to guess is often self-created, seems to go away on nights like tonight. I blew off the errands/working out I “should” have done and went to see a movie with Maureen. Walking home on this very warm August evening, I had a feeling that life isn’t so bad. Not that I thought it really was… it’s just nice to get a reminder now and again.

I “should” pack my lunch and my bag for softball tomorrow night. However, I’m likely to retreat 10 feet behind me to my couch to watch Little Women for the billionth time (on one of the Encore channels). Hee!

Blasphemy.

I’m going to make a fairly bold statement: I miss cold weather. I think I go through this every year around this time. It’s August. It’s hot. It’s so humid you feel as though you took a shower every time you step outside. I miss wearing jackets and sweatshirts. I miss seeing snow flurries. I don’t miss the deluge of snow that can sometimes accompany those flurries, but I live in DC now so that’s generally not an issue.

That’s my story.