Muggy

Strange, but weather that seems sort of oppressive appears to have revitalized our ancient walker. We broke a record for distance, relatively speaking, and much appreciation was expressed over the calm and humid atmosphere. Maybe it reminds my mom of her old stomping grounds in Ohio.
The day evaporated in the usual welter of chores and errands. By early evening, I needed to bust out, and a fresh breeze had sprung up, so I launched off on a hilly little walk. Up on the ridge west of here, I passed a little corner market which has been putting on dinners at least once a month. Their sidewalk tables were thronged with hungry-looking and happy-sounding people, and plates piled high with food were being delivered. Seattle's a funny place, regarding "sidewalk cafe" style dining; these folks were mere inches from a fairly big street, and the breeze was turning into a wind. Guess we get so desperate for al fresco anything that this seems like pleasure. There's a quieter stretch around the side of this store that seems more suited to outdoor dining, but maybe there's some kind of regulation to keep it on the busy stretch.
The grub looked good, which may trump all seemingly unpleasant conditions.
As clouds drifted over the sinking sun, the air cooled quickly and I was glad to head home.