Yesterday was a beautiful day. I've been waiting for a day like that all year. High in the seventies, low in the fifties. Last Wednesday it was 85/65. By Saturday, it was 63/45. Wha--?!? SEVENTY-SOMETHING. Perfect weather. Is that too hard to manage?
Yesterday was a beautiful day. Seventy, with a breeze. And it was a Monday, and I worked inside all day long, and then somebody told me I didn't act like I loved my job.