All the Birds of This Day

I like this picture. I like the outside. I like Remy. I like wind (sometimes in small doses) and I love these yellow pajamas and the pendleton blanket that we deliberated over for an hour. It has birds on it, and it's made of wool. Of course we made the right decision. Things are looking good for the week. I went on a run tonight, and boy, did I have some heavy feet, but I did it, and that is what counts. I am kicking into serious gear with this grant project I've been working on (if you have a poem that is 10 lines long, specific to Utah and might like to be on a billboard, please send it my way before the 20th of July). My electronic thesis is FINALLY done, and in, with every single page number and small detail you never imagined in place. I am already getting excited for the Farmer's market again this Saturday, it's becoming my favorite five hours of the week, and I think Remy would agree. Lastly, Carl is home from his week camping in the middle of nowhere Idaho gathering rock samples, actually, he was in a place called the City of Rocks, rather appropriate. Today as I was driving, I thought to myself, 'in terms of family and friends, I have extreme wealth.' and I really meant it.