I was never this way. Sunshine was never an excuse for lack of productivity. Guess that’s what four seasons and the lack of sun does to you. Four seasons like the seasons, not the hotel.
All day I’ve just been staring outside, thinking of what I needed to do. Yes, the sun needed to hit my skin and no, standing in a kitchen wasn’t an option. I miss the 355 days of summer I’m so used to. For a minute there I caught myself thinking about how I’d miss “layering” but who am I really fooling? I do not know how to layer. Wearing two tank tops instead of one is my idea of (lame) style more than warmth.
Welcome to the temperate zone, I guess. I also never thought I’d care this much about the weather. All I do is watch for the next full day of sun. I’m a sun person. Complete beer and cocktail with sand in my feet person. Crazy person.
You knew that part already.
As advance notice, tomorrow I’m going to be productive. If by productive you mean, stare outside and count the number of walks I’m going to take.
Probably a million. Or two.
More bunnies in the hat. If you guess what each bunny is correctly, I’ll draw you a postcard sized drawing that you can frame and then pretend that it’s the work of a very famous and cool artist. The kind you’d want to be friends with.
Such a ham.
Bye!
