Yesterday was such a beautiful day.
Usually a typical Saturday for me means projects. Working in the yard, on or around the house, on a car. But yesterday I decided to do nothing. The first weekend of college football, cast iron pizzas with homemade dough, cards with the wife, and a spiked Arnold Palmer.
While the weather in Florida is far from turning to Fall or what passes for Winter, I feel like you can, if you look at the things, just begin to tell that things are beginning to change. Today was quite pleasant, as Florida goes.
I’m happy, content these days. I want to write more. I’m writing now on my phone, thinking maybe I can get into the habit again. Just quick hits to start, something I can sustain. I’ll try.
Hugs.
Also written on this day...
- wonder and anxiety - 2018
- second day: hard - 2008
- balls y'alls, balls - 2004