Summer in the City

Normally I don't change my clothes when I get home from work. I don't wear really "professional" stuff to the office, so it's just as easy when I get home to flop down on the couch in my work pants and sweater. Changing just seems like so much work.

But today, walking home, I couldn't wait to get home and strip. I was actually looking forward to changing my clothes. Sweater, pants, socks . . . it all had to go. And be replaced by a t-shirt, jeans, and sandals.

Yes, it's March 13 and today's high was 79 degrees. I'm blogging with my bedroom windows open.

Someone's pressed the year's "fast forward" button . . . yet another sign of impending apocalypse!