June 23, 2010
Here is a little coolth for everyone. Although the water was as warm as the bath, it was a relief to paddle around in here the other night. (I had planned on a little swim last night, too, but it decided to rain.) And I did not indulge in the Prosecco - I think we will leave that until Friday. Chardonnay did the trick as we swam a few laps, watching the birds, wondering where the high-flung planes were flying, checking on the progress of the moon, and laughing at Hoover, who could not quite overcome his amazement that we were sullying his sacred watering hole.
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