I got up early today, drank three cups of coffee, read the news, and went swimming. The day camp that uses the pool has ended for the summer, so there's hardly anyone there these days. It's been great to have a whole pool pretty much to myself, but my enjoyment is tempered by a twinge of dread; the dearth of screeching kids reminds me that the pool will close for the season when school starts in a few weeks. I don't know what I'm going to do then.
After swimming I got home, changed, and met Margaret at Flatbed to check out the Julie Speed etchings exhibit. I really like Julie Speed. Her paintings are technically very pretty but also whimsical and a little disturbing, and some are even laugh-out-loud funny. There's a pretty good interview with her here.
After that, Margaret followed me to my house. I made coffee and she kicked my ass at air hockey. I should have given her decaf.
Then I came to work, of course, but that hasn't been too bad. I went out around sunset to get some snacks and took the long way back to work. This part of town is so empty after five.
I took a few pictures while I was out and watched a storm for a while. I passed Clay Pit on the way back, and it smelled so good I almost died right there on the sidewalk. There's nothing to ruin a state of contentment quite like walking past a fragrant Indian restaurant while carrying your sad dinner--Gummi Bears and a convenience-store chicken salad sandwich--in a plastic bag. Then the storm came, and it's been hot and rainy and thundering for hours.
Now it seems we're working kind of late tonight. It's been a pretty decent day so far, so I can live with that.