It's a gorgeous day here in DC. Sunny and in the 90s - which is exactly how I like my DC summers. This is my third DC summer, how crazy is that? Twenty-three year old me would be ear-to-ear beaming, proud of me. I need to remember that more often. I'm jamming out (serious dance-party-for-one up in here) to Suzy's tag sale play list. (Uh, garage sale, I mean. "Tag sale" is the New Englander coming out in me.) I sprang for the venti iced coffee this morning and have big plans to abide by my plan-for-no-plans and do whatever I want for the next twelve or twenty four or thirty six hours. Which will probably include sun and more iced coffee and a lot of jumping around. DC summers have been a few of the best summers I've had since I was a kid. This summer it already feels like the trend will continue. I haven't put a lot of effort into that trend, and I am so grateful it looks like it will continue for another year.
[Thank you for hanging in there with me as I ride the waves/winds/roller-coaster of change and put absurd colors on my face. I hope wherever you are, you are having a wonderful Saturday.]
