...spring, summer and winter in California. Every time I talk with my dad on FaceTime (he lives in Manchester, England), he tells me what the weather is doing - he often turns the camera around and shows me the vista of Chorlton Park through his kitchen window - and I respond by pointing the camera skyward so that his entire phone screen becomes an azure blue rectangle. He chuckles accommodatingly. Thanks, dad. He would do the same for me, but his phone isn't waterproof. My next post will be about how my new office set up is coming along in the garage/sweat box/freezer.
UPDATE:
Okay - so I didn’t update you on the garage office/sweat box/freezer. It’s late November, raining outside (well, duh, it would hardly be inside, would it) and a balmy 59 degrees. I am actually wearing a sweatshirt. So, because there is little to zero insulation between the bare rafters above my head, all of the heat that I’m generating with all of my insanely hard work, is going right up and out through the roof. Damn you, entropy!
Not sure what the point of all that is, but I really wanted to use that entry line. Now tell me which book I lifted it from, smarty pants. Yes, I’m talking to you, internet detective…