1. Paranoid about getting sick, I wore three layers on my run this week when the temperature broke the all-time record for February. I couldn't believe it was seventy degrees, even though it was the only thing anyone was talking about besides the Olympics and the ongoing political/social nightmare engineered by the Republican regime. 2. I wasn't too concerned about being overdressed. Recently, I read an article describing the benefits of over-layering on slow runs, namely that it prepares you for racing in the heat. 3. And the heat is coming, as you can see from what's happening in the park. 4. I enjoyed the Olympics this year. I already wrote about how they brought gay realness to millions, and I also thought they were the least nationalistic. So many athletes grow up in one country, train in a different one, and represent a third; in this world, the flag is just a fashion statement. 5. It was also a relief not to have the United States winning everything, as often happens in the summer Olympics. Not winning means we can redefine 'success' and 'failure' in ways that are more meaningful to greater numbers of people. 6. It's fun to see the extremes of athletic success, but more diversity of representation means that we who are watching can feel good about our implicit, relative mediocrity (the antidote to poisonous manifest destiny). 7. Only a few people get to win gold medals, but everyone can appreciate a flowering heather; this week, as citizens of the world, we were able to witness both.