At last, the heat has broken, and today dawned clear, cool, and sunny—all the things we have come to love about Buffalo summers. As I sit beneath the awning on the patio, a refreshing breeze passes through the trees, and the smell of fresh-cut grass wafts over the fence from next door. We took the dogs for a pleasant three-mile walk this morning, and I know I should relax, release my restlessness, and enjoy the downtime.
Yeah, that isn't happening.
You could do cartwheels in the fresh-cut grass, maybe.
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