Chickens, it’s about one million degrees outside.
And my AC went out last night.
It was a stifling night’s sleep, spent tossing and turning and wondering why in God’s name do I not own more fans?
Still, I am cheered by our extra day off, even if I am holed up in a Starbucks getting to some previously ignored work.
Tomorrow, my life is getting back to normal.
And everyone can use a jump start.
I’ve got an iced tea on my table, John Mayer’s new album in my headphones (say what you will about him, I have resigned myself to the fact that I have always loved him and always will- despite his personality or life choices), and the AC is blasting in this coffee house.
A little PowerPoint execution and I’ve got myself a pretty happy little Monday.
And a return to a semblance of normalcy.
We’re teetering on the edge of summer here in the Second City, which means my focus is on the following items: sun, swimming, getting my legs back out on the asphalt, concerts, cookouts, digging out the boombox (yes, I co-own a boom box with my bffs), reading something that is not a management book, heading to festivals, and generally enjoying the life I get to lead.
Everything looks better in the sunlight, chickadees.
And everything looks better when you finally get home.
I hope everyone’s enjoying this beautiful day in the sunshine. Welcome to summer, chicks!