tried to hike at radnor yesterday afternoon but forgot i live in a city where no one has traditional jobs so when it's 65 on january 30th and the 4 o'clock sun is teasing you with its glare, showing up at the otter creek entrance of the lake is pretty much just waiting in a line of 15 cars with no where to go.
turned around and headed to the gym, but stopped at a coffee shop to kill some time and enjoy the weather.
thanks for the mildest winter ever, nashville. here's to hoping i didnt just jinx it.