Now this is what I call a morning.
Or in other worlds, eleven thirty AM. Bowl of Lucky Charms, bagels, Connor playing the guitar in the corner, looking out at the lake . . .
Summer rocks. Especially sitting at the beach with your friends. I think I'll go put on my bathing suit and go for a swim. I'm a little upset with how this morning's run ended up being about a mile longer than it was actually supposed to be. James still isn't wearing a shirt.
I love summer.
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