Best thoughts to your sister, Burrell.
And good news on the mortgage, Frank.
I haven't turned on the fans yet, it's still delicious outside. But it's heating up fast, so I should get the fans going while it's still cool: one in the back window to pull in air from the cool woods behind the house, one in the back hall to push it toward the front, another in the front hall to bank now-warmed air from the back and cooler air from the shaded porch into the lr, and one in the lr window to exhaust the warmed air into the sunny street. It works pretty well--only two days so far this summer when I'd have dealt with the devil for AC.
Both reality and fiction are choking me up today. And my cubemate seems to be fattening me up for some nefarious purposes. Fried pork crackling--low glycemic? Don't care. Tasty, but won't eat much.
Jamaica is getting its first pork store soon. My sister is beside herself (all the better to eat more pig).
Be well, Sister of Burrell.
Matilda had a successful ice skating playdate with her friend Norah yesterday and is safely tucked away at B&G Club for the day.
Shortly I'll be hauling Emmett back to his mom's but first we'll swing by Noe Valley Bakery and get a couple loaves of cherry chocolate bread.
I can't decide which is greater, my disinterest in eating what I brought for lunch, or my disinterest in going all the way outside to get anything else.
eta: the real problem isn't going outside, it's that I bored with all the food choices out there too.
Most of my office is at a picnic. I elected not to go because a) it's as hot as balls and b) I don't have kids. I think this means I get to go home early, right?
