Glorious, glorious day

The sun is out, not a cloud to be found. 72 glorious degrees (22 for the non-Americans). People make scrapbook pages about days like today. The birds are singing. The weeds in my lawn are wilting. The ladies are outside in bikinis working on their tans, the fellas are showing off their winter work in the gym while throwing their non-Frisbee brand flying discs around to each other. Everybody has a smile on their face. Not like creepy Joker smiles, more like "happy to be alive today" smiles. Everyone is outside frolicking, virtually naked and happy. The neighborhood kiddies are running off the school bus to go play in the backyard (the kids are wearing clothes though. what kind of a blog do you think this is, sicko?). That happy old couple is walking around the block. In fact, on days like today, nobody walks. They all just seem to float. The happy old couple is floating around the block. Even the dog that always craps in my backyard floated right on by and crapped in the neighbor's lawn instead. Wonderful sunshine, birds singing, people smiling, people naked, kids playing, old people and dogs floating, and a crap-free lawn. What a wonderful day outside. Of course, this is all hearsay. My office doesn't have windows.