I have hit the point where shorts have turned my blood from cold to hot. The warmth lately has been nice, but it’s not as warm as you would think it would be this time of year. Granted that wearing just a t-shirt and shorts at the station does bring on a chill from time to time, I am able to handle it. I guess I should mention that the thermostat in every other room of the place seems to perpetually reside down around the cool level. I don’t think it’s changed since last summer when I cranked it pretty high just so I could survive in my office without still shivering from the cold outside. My sister has that problem too, but it seems to stick with her year round.
In about twelve hours, I’ll be in New York. This weekend, I’ll be in Boston. After that, I’ll be back in New York. Then I come home. A bit of a whirlwind tour, but I travel for one. Meet up with good people along those routes. Traveling is the only addiction that has set into my veins and has been hard to let go of. It’s been far too long since I’ve last been anywhere like this, and hopefully it will happen again very soon.
I’m excited.