Just like a rollercoaster, the temperature and the stock market have a foot race going these days – each is rising and falling and leaving us rather breathless and exasperated in its wake.
At least the gasoline prices will be going down in time for the Labor Day holiday. That good news doesn’t really affect me since my own 2015 footrace of walking miles (385) versus miles driven in the car (189) tells you I don’t drive very much. I actually only fill ‘er up a handful of times a year.
This morning when I set out on my walk, it wasn’t even 60 degrees and it was rather “gleary”, i.e. gloomy and dreary looking. The sky was gray and it really didn’t look too inviting to go outside. I didn’t take a jacket as I thought to myself “this is August for crying out loud” … in the end I was sorry I didn’t make the effort to grab something warmer. At least I returned home before the rain, since I only made a quick, four-mile round trip to the train tracks. With the exception of the cars that zoomed past me, I didn’t see a single soul. I guess the dog walkers and their pooches didn’t clamor to go for their morning constitutional and the kids are grabbing some extra snooze time before the ritual and rigor of the three Rs begin anew.