I woke up to a wet rag of a day, so naturally nothing got done outside except for a short run after work. Gray clouds, spittles of rain, puddles of alley mud– nothing better. Halfway through my jog-a-log (I’m the log), a homeless man thought to ask if I was single. Then it started to rain FOR SERIOUS. Followed by me getting hit by a car. (Spoiler Alert: I’m fine.) I had to text my far-away friends and inform them that the signs are clear– Nashville’s starting to like me.
Back at home I baked a cake.
Someone’s turning old tomorrow! Can’t wait to celebrate!