I need Spring

I slept with my windows open last night. It was probably the most solid and peaceful sleep I’ve had in a while. And when I walked back into my bedroom after taking a shower, the whole room smelled like Spring. I just love that smell. It reminds me of walking barefoot in the summer and swimming in the quarry. Fresh flowers growing. Thunderstorms.

So it’s going to be close to 70 degrees here again today.

I want to take the day off and go for a hike on a trail somewhere. But I also didn’t win the lottery yet this week, so I’m stuck at this desk working until I’ve been productive enough to say it counts as a full days work.

But, it’s pretty safe to assume that if the sun comes out (it’s not even up yet) that I will take a very, very long lunch today and just work a little later. Flea Market Guy is out of town so I have no hot dates. I have a couple lunch/brunch dates with the girls this weekend. So, I think I can totally fuck off today if I feel like it. And though it’s early, I totally feel like it.

So I am going to finish this article, hopefully before lunch and then I’m going to head to the nature center. I would go to the mountains, but I hit another pothole in my car and the front wheel feels like it is about to roll off at any moment. I’ve had a bad strut. Now I have a really bad strut. Or no strut. I don’t really know. I just know that if my car was a hula girl, she’d be a really good one right now with all her wobble wobble and shaky shaky.

I’ll get her fixed eventually.

So, off to work and then hopefully to get some nature in my life.

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