What Would Jilly Wear

05.17.11

Life is better when the mercury’s north of 70.  You know how I know?  Today I felt the little lobster claws of static electricity clinging desperately to my skirt.  Not even a sprinkle of water could convince them to defect.  Oh well, I thought cheerfully, a stronk chinook swirling waist-high.  At least they’re keeping me from being overexposed.  When the sun is beaming on your face, it’s hard not to have a glass half full kind of day.