Catch a falling star

Today was unappreciatedly hot. Humid, sticky hot.

I'm trying to remember January. In January, I walk the dog every day so that he doesn't spend the day in my face, begging for attention. Since I am 60% extrovert and 40% introvert, I need a little space each day to remain a decent person. Dogs don't understand space. Wait, I'm digressing...

In January, walking outside for more than house to car, car to work/store/church/therapist, requires long underwear, lined running pants, both layers of ski jacket over turtleneck, white-hot sky boots, ski gloves, hat, balaclava and ski goggles. There is no spontaneous walking. Only planned and meticulously covered walking.

But tonight, when the sun started giving up its reign of heat on us and Nuschler had his "I've been played with all day but could still go for a walk" look, I grabbed the leash, threw on some shoes, and went.

Lovely.