Error in Judgement
Jun. 21st, 2006 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ursangnomeAt this point, I must admit that it was clearly a mistake, a poorly considered action whose consequences should have been forseen, but were not.
After lunch, I went out for a stroll in the reserve land behind the office. It is 77 degrees degress out there, a mere 40% relative humidity, with a light 6 mph breeze blowing. The clouds are high and puffy, the sky blue. The birds joyfully vocal, singing praises of the solstice.
Summer has begun with as near a perfect day as I can recall. In no way, shape, or form do I want to be at my desk. I want to leave. I want to pick up a picnic basket full of fried chicken, macaroni salad, fresh fruit, cookies, and ice-cold juices, collect my wife from wherever she's working, and find a wide open grassy space with a few scattered large trees. If there were a couple others with us, a little tossing around of a frisbee would be in order. If not, then people watching, maybe romping with a golden retriever should one pass by, reading a good book in dappled sunshine. That is what today is for.
I, however, am not in a position to enact this plan. I am a flatscreen's slave until the evening. *sigh*.
After lunch, I went out for a stroll in the reserve land behind the office. It is 77 degrees degress out there, a mere 40% relative humidity, with a light 6 mph breeze blowing. The clouds are high and puffy, the sky blue. The birds joyfully vocal, singing praises of the solstice.
Summer has begun with as near a perfect day as I can recall. In no way, shape, or form do I want to be at my desk. I want to leave. I want to pick up a picnic basket full of fried chicken, macaroni salad, fresh fruit, cookies, and ice-cold juices, collect my wife from wherever she's working, and find a wide open grassy space with a few scattered large trees. If there were a couple others with us, a little tossing around of a frisbee would be in order. If not, then people watching, maybe romping with a golden retriever should one pass by, reading a good book in dappled sunshine. That is what today is for.
I, however, am not in a position to enact this plan. I am a flatscreen's slave until the evening. *sigh*.
