Took a walk. Ate an apple.
Those are my 6 words for today.
(I’m assuming you’re keen enough to have heard the tale that someone supposedly asked Hemingway to write a story in six words and he apparently replied with: “For sale: baby shoes, never used.”)
In related news: WTF is up with all these different kinds of apples? There were at least 6 different kinds of apples, and there was an apple chart over the apples to describe the apples. Except that all of the explanations pretty much sounded the same.
I realize that there are some apples that are better for cooking and some are better for eating, but why can’t we just have two bins, one marked COOK ME and the other marked EAT ME. Ok, maybe there are better names, but you get the idea.
Settled on a “Gala” apple, took it back to the water fountain, washed it off, dried it on my shirt sleeve, paid for it (97¢ on my credit card since I never have any cash), walked out the door and started eating it.
The cause behind this was roughly 47 people coming into the office and saying “Isn’t it a beautiful day outside?” to which I answered “I wouldn’t know, since I’m stuck in here.” Ok, I didn’t, but I wanted to.
It is indeed a lovely day, high 60s/low 70s. Sunny, not humid. Nice.
I’m quite sure that my body has no idea what just happened to it (“Wait, we’re going outside, for a walk, and getting fruit? There’s bad news, isn’t it, and this is the way you’re trying to tell me, right?”)
If the forecast for the week holds up, maybe I’ll do it again tomorrow and take a picture of the ridiculous signs over the apples.
