Slow Day

I’m thinking about standing out front for part of my break. I am that hot.

I have on my (Rick’s) gray fleece, but I don’t want to take it off. I’m self-conscious of my arms.

I’m probably being ridiculous. You can say so. I promise I won’t get mad.

I’m definitely not doing that thing. I had planned to work late, anyway, to make up for Tuesday.