We just returned from a jaunt on the T to see a friend and her baby at a hospital downtown. Their view was that of a 4 star hotel overlooking the Charles River, the sun spitting its rays off of each cresting wave, the sailboats slowly carving out their path through the water. YOU COULD HAVE OVERDOSED ON SUCH BEAUTY.

It was sunny as we walked back to the T and the air smelled like cotton candy and grade school field trips and I had an iced coffee in hand and--I WAS SURGING. It was altogether too dangerous. This has been The Worst Summer ever in Boston in terms of weather. Even worse than my first summer here when I was living in a 2nd floor oven and Loverpants and I fought every day over how I cut the lettuce in his salad. June 2009 was one big wash! Today is the first day I have seen sun in ever so long (we were out of town this past weekend when the sun reportedly graced the Hub). Seeing the sun today was like seeing a lover after a long hiatus. I wanted to mash my face into the sun, cover it with kisses, and smell that area right where his hair meets his neck. But I hear that kind of contact with the big old orb is not recommended.

I may cancel my appointment at the gym today. I think I am going to go hug the mailman and give away everything I own and sidewalk chalk I LOVE YOU, WORLD on my front stoop.

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