High of 76; Low 62. Slightly overcast with a nice little breeze blowing and a possibility of rain in the afternoon. The birds are twittering around the backyard, having breakfast with the cracker crumbs my roommate scattered for them. The house is cool and breezy, and everybody is already up and about and planning their Saturdays.
My Saturday agenda is completely, beautifully blank. I think I'll go out and spend some quality time with the hammock later, maybe listen to Jess Klein.
Beverly*, another one of my roommates, has a lot of stuff set out on the kitchen counter; looks like she's planning to cook something. So I'll probably sit on the tall kitchen stool and talk to her while she cooks and nip any yummy tidbits that might happen to wander my way.
I'm in the middle of a book that I can probably manage to finish this afternoon.
Maybe I'll get that plant repotted, the one my mom and dad sent me.
And this evening, maybe I'll finally start drawing pictures all over those khaki jeans that I never wear anymore, like I've planned to do for a while now.
Maybe I'll finally learn to play that stupid guitar.
Maybe I'll just learn to fly instead.
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