I might dream about wassail and carols every once in a while, but I haven’t forgotten about the lovely present.  In addition to errands and eradicating dust bunnies, I synthesized some Vitamin D yesterday.  One of the best things about owning a house with a fenced back yard is that you can go lay out for suntan purposes in ratty old swimsuits that you wouldn’t ever wear in public.  Why these things are still in my drawer, I’m not sure.

In this glorious (new to me) land called the fenced back yard, you can walk around proudly, even if you haven’t looked in a mirror for 36 hours.  And you can stare impatiently at your alarm clock with giant numbers until the precise moment you’re “allowed” to turn over and bake the other side of your body.  A view of my back fence isn’t as glamorous as an ocean spreading out before you (or as cooling if you dive into it), but the trade-off is fine with me.

I’m not doing any of that today though.  Today, I’m working in a very air-conditioned building and acting kind of like a chicken with my head cut off.  Summer reading program prizes and drawings might be fun and exciting if you’re on the winning side of things.  If you’re the one getting that together, however, it’s headless chicken time.

P.S.  Still not my photography.  Click on the picture to get to the photographer’s Flickr photostream.