I ran some errands on Boyleston and Newbury during lunch today (after eating a meal that was not cereal and loving every bite) because it is...wait for it...almost 70 degrees outside.
My heart goes out to the polar bears, who deserve to have all the seasonal pack ice they need, but by God if this is global warming I am welcoming it with open arms.
The stereo in The Gap was playing “Here’s Where The Story Ends,” a song that never fails to make me sing along, so anyone that was in hearing distance looked at me like I’d grown a second head, but I was so happy because of the weather that I didn’t care. It felt good just to be out in the world. I’m probably being a little overeffusive, but I’m taking to heart something that Lunchboy said last night, which was that it’s important to think positive. I can’t do it all the time but when I’m in a positive mood I’m making the most of it.
Which is one reason I had to share this:
To me, this is proof positive that Bill Belichick has exerted some bizarre, slouchy influence on the fashion world.
(thanks to ESPN)
Maybe I’ve just watched a few too many Patriots games, but seriously—throw in some knit earmuffs and you’re on the field with Tom Brady.