This is s**t

Last minute getaway planning isn't a good idea. I hope tomorrow isn't like the photo on the left. Or the one on the right, for that matter. The 100 miler keeps getting postponed, even as the heat slowly makes its imminent return. I think there is this little bit of unexpected apprehension about it, and good company is crucial. Everyone's waiting.

Today evening isn't today evening. It's so easy to get accustomed to the weekend's warmth.