What I want to know is how the hell did it get to be July 1st? I've been back here just about two and a half weeks, 17 days that have shot by at unbelievable speed. Unnerving.
And today, after a week or more of cool weather, featuring initial morning temperatures of 40 degrees, summer has rolled in with the change of month. The real item -- warm, humid, birds carrying on in celebration, butterflies cavorting. In fact, winged critters of all kinds are everywhere. At least out here in the country.
Outside the kitchen door:
Morning sunshine slowly gave way to clouds, the characters in the weather prediction biz began issuing ominous warnings about extreme weather. Distant thunder has been mumbling off beyond the hills to the west. Could be Ma Nature's got some entertainment in store.
I spent a hefty part of the last 17 days in an altered state -- strangely dazed, often short on energy or motivation. With July's arrival, a fire seems to have been lit under my adorable butt -- suddenly I'm Mr. Dynamic, doing things around the house, running into town to the gym, on the horn making arrangements for this and that. It appears that life's about to get a bit more active.
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Yesterday evening:
Madrid, te echo de menos.
rws 5:13 PM [+]
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