i refuse, on principal, to run the heat on the last weekend in may.
i awoke, just after noon, and the temperature in the house was a mere 62.
the cloud-dotted sky outside is a brilliant blue but at 65 stepping outside didn't offer the comfort the sky implied.
there's work to be done, but all i've done is indulge in play. and then today, having slept away the morning, the tigers game at 4, the red wings game at 8, and the music festival throughout beckon so much more convincingly than the office. alack!
it's a small thing i guess.
i did end up going to today's tigers game. it was a celebration of the 1968 world series victory and as many members of that team as could be present were part of a an honorary tribute before the game.
after the game i went and bought my pass to the music festival before heading over to the office for a bit. each admission wristband is individually numbered. mine? 1968.
also, bythos gave me detroit, lift up your weary head! (rebuild! restore! reconsider!) by sufjan stevens while i was drafting this entry.
i should've gone to the detroit institute of art rather than the tigers game five hours ago. i might've met moby face to face. off to go watch him from the audience.