On the sunny days, you do laundry.

It's funny in the city, to sit and realize how strongly affected I am by the weather. Nature still hits me, and now that I don't drive, and my apartment has no dryer, it hits me even more sometimes. I know that's part of why I can stay here so long, and still be happy.

Cool feeling, I think.

I wallow here, battling my little demons, the sun shines bold in my large porch windows, my rooms slowly heat - but just barely not enough to cover me in sweat, and today, at least, I begin, again, to win.

Rugby at 1:30! (I might be a little late. )