Jordan showed us that he wasn't afraid to display his daredevil swing jumping skills. I wish I could jump like this, but I am too afraid of broken ankles.
Still, the swinging was welcomed temporary respite from the sinking feeling that I have been maintaining that I can only relate to being 18 years old and holding my head against a brick wall outside of the Morris Center. Talking with my forehead pressed against brick, that is the best way to describe how I have been feeling lately.
So the swinging in the open air was quite nice.
And as always, happiness too is having a cute puppy to welcome me home.