So today, somewhere around the 14th floor landing, I realized that this really is a fantastic summer. I finished Malcolm X's autobiography at work (which they let me leave an hour early today - well, that's kind of mitigated by the fact that I'd worked 45 min. extra every day w/o pay, but hey, an hour is an hour), I've been having an amazing time with the familia and I get a full weekend of empty house and great friends (cough,
shadesofbrixton, cough) and a lovely dip in the pool on Monday.
I also got a postcard today of the former Pope giving a blessing rather reminiscent of a gang symbol. Very familiar ink. A good omen for the weekend, I'd say.