It's hot here.
Sometimes unbelievably hot in our second floor apartment.
We just finished a whole month of World Cup madness that included so many wonderful house guests.
I'd like to blog again, so I thought I'd start here... listening to Girlyman, cleaning the porch for some vegetable grilling, looking forward to some new work and generally feeling kind of smushed. I'm going through another one of those periods where I'm sustained by music, wandering through old albums and revisiting old versions of myself, putting new ones on repeat like an adolescent.
