Surreal Unseasonable Day


Those south of the Mason-Dixon line don't appreciate days like these. The thermometer says seventy two degrees in the shade. I'm in the mood to invest with the waterhouse.


The late-lunch crowd relaxes in the air around the green river while comfortably shaded. I'm later advised to not take any pictures of the building seen near the edge of the upper right hand corner. Shhh...don't tell anyone.


America wins on days like these. I even saw a rainbow this evening. I deem the weather: Awesome Event of the day.

Not awesome event of the day: Spending fifty cents (two cycles) on a dryer that rewarded me with 10% dryness. Everything is hanging from something.

. . [~] . 0 (Grumble) Grumbles .