Beauty and Fried Cheese Curds.

[trista]

Yesterday was such a beautiful day. I took the outside route to the deli for lunch rather than the not-in-the-sky skyway-type thingy route. The temperature was perfect, the humidity level was low enough to make me happy, the sky was a glorious shade of blue, and the sun felt warm and gentle rather than hot and horrid. And after work last night, it was cool enough to turn off the air conditioner and open the windows and be comfortable. I can feel the beginning of fall, and it is wonderful.

I'm not sure whether today is as lovely, as I am currently woefully undercaffeinated and therefore am not capable of accurately judging such things. When I am in this condition, little is beautiful. Mostly, things are groggy or sleepy or huh?, and that's about the extent of my mad observing and evaluating skillz. But that's okay, because the weather channel's web site tells me that it will be mostly nice today. And that is fantabulous, because I will be spending most of my day outside. In the weather. Eating a variety of foods on sticks and strapping myself to machines that will make me fly in circles. The lurching is the best part, you know. Dear god, I love the fair.
This bit of incoherence brought to you by The trista's lack of coffee consumption. We now return you to your regularly scheduled slacking journaling.