EIGHTY FOUR DEGREES. That’s what it was yesterday. That’s a record. And today is unbelievably gorgeous as well. I already brought the dog for a walk before it got too hot, but I *so* want to call in with the Blue Sky Flu and go biking. It’s just *so* nice out. Maybe tonight. After berry picking. And Pirating. And, uhm, writing. I’m going to have to get some writing done at some point before the berry picking and the movie, because I’d rather bike tonight than write.

I did, though, get 500 words written last night, which isn’t a lot, but it puts me over 150K for the year. Oh, and over 12K on TB. *waves a little flag*

miles to Rivendell: 136
ytd wordcount: 150,200