Good afternoon, Internet Denizens. I'm writing on this happy Monday to report that I have the the best lunchtime view ever. The only thing that mars the landscape is the horrid squealing of geese/ducks. It may be almost 80, but who cares? I'm sitting on a porch in the shade, overlooking trees, a grassy field, and a river. There's a soft breeze blowing--not enough to muss my hair, but enough to ensure my body temperature does not rise to uncomfortable levels.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is a vast improvement over my mood of previous hours.
I love you, lunch hour.
That is all.
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