Of course the warm weather optimism is infectious - even to gloomy old me, even when I'm the last person online on my team at work, stuck inside working on an emergency hotfix instead of getting a tree blown down on top of me during my run. Like I should be.
Well, well. I took a break to drive downtown for bread. It felt good to listen to music and have the windows down, even if the wind was cold in my hair. I bought myself an iced americano at the bakery and drove home with it held between my legs, wet and cold on my thighs through my running tights. It's melting into itself on my desk now in pretty striations of cream and espresso.
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