My weather report.<\/p>\n
Blue skies with fat white clouds moving slowly and working themselves into abstract creations. The temperature is low enough so that I’ve had my window open; the humidity is 33 percent.<\/p>\n
I’ve changed into a slightly heavier t-shirt, although not the one proclaiming I didn’t vote for what’s-his-name. Another one, my New York Never Sleeps T.<\/p>\n
My cousin Jeremy called and asked me how I was. I told him I was fine. He interpreted my mood as a response to the beginning of football training camp. I said, well, I am enjoying training camp but there’s something else that’s making me happy.<\/p>\n
It’s a lovely day in New York City.<\/p>\n
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My weather report. Blue skies with fat white clouds moving slowly and working themselves into abstract creations. The temperature is low enough so that I’ve had my window open; the humidity is 33 percent. I’ve changed into a slightly heavier … Continue reading