Ah summer. When the temps go up and the clothing drops off.

Gentlemen, consider this a PSA. While women might not have the direct eyes-to-groin brain bypass guys claim, we DO in fact notice your bodies. And you might be a great guy, but if you treat your body like crap, that's what we're going to see. Dress appropriately*.

The day has been evenly split between work and the new Laurie King, with a pitcher of iced tea as accompaniment. A nap may have been taken at some point. My one foray to run an errand reminded my why I particularly love my tree-shaded section of the city.

I have spent much of the day, in fact, trying not to get upset at the crap of the world, but focusing on the good things. Tree-lined streets and the people who care for them. Ice cream trucks that play non-annoying music. Good books. Iced skinny vanilla lattes. Buses and trains that are air conditioned. Old tech that still works. Fountain pens, and good paper. Thoughtful people. Floor fans that cool the apartment at half the cost of a/c. Goofy penguin-styled ice buckets. Sleeping cats who don't fully wake up when you move them, because they trust you that much.



Tonight is just calling out for gin & tonics. Anyone want to join me?





*I have another rant about people, mostly female, who think wearing something a size too small makes them that size, but nobody triggered that one today