Went to Sherman Oaks this afternoon on a run. Rolled down the windows to let the 72 degrees in, and my hand to God the air smelled like pine.
I've gone out every night this week, and I'm going out tonight and tomorrow too. This would be fine, were it not for the craploads of Christmas stuff I have yet to finish. Some of it I have to finish by tomorrow.
I'm tired. I'd forgotten how stressful the holidays could be.
I could use a cup of coffee. Maybe with some of that eggnog creamer in it.