It's back
Yesterday it was 75 here in Seattle. Woke up warm, didn't turn on the heat at Studio Fe, went home warm at noon. Got an email from a woman in Hawaii canceling an order I've put quite a lot of effort into, and for which she'd been beating me like a donkey. ("Just talked to the building mgr - guess I should have checked with him first - but we can't use metal signs on the building. Sorry!!! Have a nice day!!!" Thoughtless princess.)
That email was good, however, in that it freed me from the guilt of blowing off the rest of the day. A friend and I hopped on the motorcycles and went to Vashon Island and rode around for a couple of hours. Just no better day for this.
I may move to Vashon. I just may do that.
At the far end of Vashon Island, a beach called Sandy Shores, an exercycle waiting to be ridden to Mt. Rainier.
That email was good, however, in that it freed me from the guilt of blowing off the rest of the day. A friend and I hopped on the motorcycles and went to Vashon Island and rode around for a couple of hours. Just no better day for this.
I may move to Vashon. I just may do that.
At the far end of Vashon Island, a beach called Sandy Shores, an exercycle waiting to be ridden to Mt. Rainier.