Cooks Landing

I walked out for thirty minutes from Cooks Landing on the River Trail and back for a total of 59:07. At 9:50 a.m., it's 56°F in Levy, same as in San Diego at 7:50 a.m. Suddenly I'm all in for climate change. I plan to discharge cans of aerosol hairspray for the rest of the day.

Paragraph(s) of the day from A Different Closet
Cam flicked a palm through the colt’s mane and in an urgent blur pulled the reins taught, and as suddenly as the colt had soared upward, his panic dispersed. He sauntered forward easily, and laughter from the men by the gate punctuated the moment. Keith noticed a smudge of icy mud on Cam’s cheek as she sighed and reached to pet the colt. She turned to Keith and tried to brush away the mud but smeared it into a coarse stripe across her cheek. “This guy’s a handful,” Cam said.

“I guess so. That was beautiful.”

The colt walked in a loop and carried Cam’s face close enough that Keith could see that her nose had begun to run. “Are you seeing anybody?” Cam said.

“Do what?” Keith wasn’t sure what she meant but felt hope flutter in his chest. “Am I seeing anyone?”

“I mean, are you dating anyone? Do you have a girlfriend?” Cam smiled and reached to wipe her nose. Keith would never forget.
“Well, I guess I do now,” he said.  “What would you like to do tonight?”

OVERHEARD
"Tennessee Williams might be a fine playwright, but that's a terrible place to keep a cat."
—Gracie Allen, from The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show on Antenna TV Network