August 19th, 2011


As in, frozen white balls falling out of the sky.

R. is out for a bike ride and not responding to phone calls or text messages. If he needs a rescue, he knows how to reach home, I guess. Probably clear blue skies wherever he is.

I had just laid down to take a nap, because I was sleepy and it had gotten pretty dark out. That'll learn me, I guess.