Zip-a-dee-doo-dah

This was a fine day, readers. Thanks to a little help from my friend, I slept the whole night through and awoke feeling fresh and invigorated. I gulped down a glass of tea and put on my walking gear, all the while humming "Shilo" by Neil Diamond for some reason.

I left the apartment and was pleased to find I hadn't underdressed for the weather, which was just cool enough to feel refreshing and just warm enough when the sun broke through the clouds to make me smile (OK, that sounds cheesy, but it's true). This was seriously a Song of the South kind of afternoon in my neighborhood. The birds were chirping (though, mercifully, none landed on my shoulder), the squirrels were busily scampering this way and that, and everyone I passed on the street waved back at me. I actually skipped once or twice. I walked for close to an hour and could have walked for hours more had I not needed to get ready for work.

I know these rhapsodic little posts about the weather and nature and general happiness could be growing tiresome to you readers, but I can't help myself.