The Hot Weeks of Summer

Have I ever said I hate the summer? The heat, the humidity, the bright sun, and all the friggin’ tourists mulling about like they’ve all had lobotomies. In fact, I moved up from Florida to escape the year-long heat. Turns out, it’s only made me hate the summer even more.

My sister Jennifer just turned 30 on Saturday. We didn’t do much in the way of celebrating – just some pizza and rented movies.

I’ve done no writing at all for the past week or so. I blame the small figurine of the Egyptian God Thoth (the god of writing) that I had placed near the laptop.

And work is work. Nothing exciting there.