Lazy Sunday

The weather was so nice today. The nicest it has been since we all got here. It was 70 degrees, sunny, with a nice breeze.

I almost just slipped into radio mode there. "It is 39 degrees on Ithaca's South Hill. With ICB News..."

Anyway, I woke up in the morning to sun (I know! Revolutionary!) and headed out for a run. I decided to forgo my usual route and just went and went and went. I ran over and under bridges, around churches, on winding roads and under the cover of trees (trees! In the city!). Then, without really planning it, I stopped.

I found my bench and laid next to a canal that is just lower than the road and blocked from the hustle of the city. Boats would putter by occasionally, but mostly it was just the swans, ducks, and me. Laying there with my eyes closed, I could have tricked myself into believing I was at the lake back home. But then I realized--it doesn't have to be the lake back home to be good. It's worthy of its own moment and beauty and doesn't need nostalgia to be great.

So I just took it all in. I later headed out to a waterfront cafe with a few friends and we sat outside, splurging on lattes and time without work. Now, I've got a paper to finish about the ICC's role in "enforcement" of the convention with respect to the treatment of prisoners of war. It really is the best conclusion to a nearly idyllic Sunday.

In other news, I just booked my last trip...Barcelona in December! (Thanks to Uncle Judd and Aunt Michelle, my birthday gift just got me a flight to SPAIN!)