Write four lines of prose about something that is: a long time coming.
Wasn't quite as hot today as last night's forecast predicted (37 degrees instead of 40) which was... good? I guess?
Still drank about three liters of water today (work provides 500ml bottles and I was starting on my seventh on the way home). Plus an iced coffee.
More of the same expected for tomorrow.
You may recall that a while back I mentioned encountering a couple and their three dogs at Cottonwood Beach, and how unpleasant that meeting was. What you certainly don't know is that I've been keeping an eye out for them ever since, wanting to get a picture of them so that I could show it to the Bylaw enforcement officer - because I'm quite good at holding grudges when I want to be.
Well today, just before quitting time, the Bylaw enforcement officer showed me a picture of the woman (by far the more unpleasant of the two in my experience) and told me that she'd just given her seven tickets and that she'll also be getting an expulsion letter (not allowed in public parks, beaches, or washrooms) and that if I see her again I get to call the cops to have her arrested.
I don't care how petty this sounds: that totally made my day.