First, the Asian enjoyed her solicitation of 'Free Hugs' downtown; the total reaching a reasonable 21 1/2. I made the beautiful sign compete with heart and sunflower. Really only two creepers and I received merely two overflow hugs. One I deflected into a handshake being weary of Randy, regardless of his seemingly innocent intentions. I wasn't holding the sign after all. After included coffee shop reading and the promised Chipotle.
Today, already a success speaking of which. Hiked Rubidoux - with a dapple coated Jack Russell named Colby (Colby Jack really?!), worked out, and two loads into my mound of laundry. Mound is not a misnomer, promise. This pile was in fact at least two times my size. Needless to say, I haven't worn cute underwear in over a week. Yeah I know, how embarrassing.
Here's my possible thought provoking insight of sorts: I thoroughly enjoy reading what smart people have to say/write about other smart people. This is directly in reference to a book I acquired on Tolkein. Meditations on Middle-Earth. Some of my favorite authors and some I haven't heard of write on specific points and I. Love. It. Mainly because these people, who's vocation is the written word, can usually phrase things in ways I never thought of as well as in ways that are so eloquent that it is pure entertainment. Now, I'm sure there are people out there (who may or may not ever read this) who will raise one point against me. Writers=smart people? Yeah I know, how embarrassing. With that respect, I doubt I'll read some physicist's work on Stephen Hawking, but give me something interesting to read on a fantasy author and I'm all for it. Eh, whatever.
I've have been blessed lately by this beauty of a song thanks to Miss Sonique Love:
I think that's it, until next time. Adieu.
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