Ran into cute gay guy who lives downstairs on my way out. Walk of shame? No idea, but he had an overnight bag with him and looked terrified as he ran in through the gate.
6 a.m. belongs to joggers and dogs. Happiest dog in the world: big old hound dog bounding happily alongside his master, who was running, not jogging. Booking it.
Summertime ritual watch: first magnolia blossoms; currant trees are raining berries down on the sidewalk.
Overheard in DC -- two fratly guys at the rose garden next to the Smithsonian:
"Dude, this flower smells soooo good."
"Dude, this one smells better."
"Dude."
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