Monday

As I walked out of the house this morning at 5:18, I realized that this was what I was dreaming of last winter when I got slapped in the face by the chill when I left the house bundled up and cold. I had these memories of swaning out of the house wearing not even a as much as a long sleeved shirt and into an enormous baby pool, and I thought how beautiful it was and wondered when it was ever going to be like that again.

Its like that again. I have to remember to cherish the feeling of being warm and wearing so few layers and feeling like I am swimming.Even the early morning sweat. I need to embrace the baby pool of it.

That's how it feels at dawn.  By the afternoon, it not just hot its wet and not in a good way. Its like walking into the lobby of a down market hotel with an indoor pool. Its not pleasant and it doesn't make you want to swim, it makes you feel like you're drowning.

I was watching Galaxy Quest on my new master, but I got right and switched to the convention and I paid penance for watching the movie first by having to listen to  that tired cow Sarah Silverman tongue bathe the guy who lost. I was rewarded by Cory Booker. We will RISE indeed!