Tomorrow, I go back to a real grown-up office job after 6 years of graduate school. I don’t feel ready. Today, I was completely irresponsible. I began by picking up a sandwich at this bastion of bougie gourmandness. Well, actually, I began by staying in bed until 11. Then proceeding to a local state park to find this swimming hole in which swimming is “not recommended.” Not much like the gentle grassy lawns and paths surrounding Minneapolis’s lakes, for sure. It’s a former quarry, so it’s super deep and cold. There were a bunch of college kids there who planned ahead and brought rafts, noodles, coolers, towels, the whole shebang (I actually forgot a towel - I wasn’t sure if I would even find it, or want to go in. Who was I fooling?). Anyway, it was pretty perfect. The river runs just north of the quarry and I waded into it and finished the Tale of Despereaux while hanging out with some frogs. Then I went to this super adorable cafe with a tripartite patio and read Mrs. Dalloway for awhile. Adieu, lazy weekday, adieu.
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