It’s sunny again. I wish it would rain for a few days more. Oh, well.
In two and a half hours the whisky society is meeting, so there is no point in going home. However, I can’t quite see the point of sitting here, either. Maybe I should go find a park and read Hornblower. That sounds like a good idea to me.
Music in my head: I only want to be with you (Vonda Shepard)