The lovely photograph from Anna Ådén
I would very much like to be sneaking off for a weekend in a little lost house in the fog and trees such as this. It has turned hot and humid in South Texas, and while this is excellent for our cotton, it does not do me well at the start. The machine hum of the a/c has been my background noise all day, and I'd rather it not be.
Instead of a day languishing and lounging, I will spend all day tomorrow at one ballfield or another: Payne in the morning, Jack in the afternoon, and the Hooks in the evening with friends. Not a bad option either.