From an email to Eric:
"Life here is going along nicely. I'm balls deep in HVAC repair and replacement at the theater. We joined a neighborhood pool which has been lovely (although I might have broken their diving board). We are planning a trip to the Lou (and Denver) in mid-August. We have some baby chickens in a cage in our yard. We have blackberry and raspberry bushes in the yard, and when I cut the grass I always stop for a few minutes and try to find some ripe berries to eat right off the fuckin' vine. The kids are wonderful and terrible. It's been hot and humid and some of my shirts have a stink that laundering doesn't seem to take away, and because most of my shirts are some shade of blue I can never tell which ones are gonna have the pre-loaded stink that activates as soon as I start sweating (I'm wearing one of them now, which is what makes me think of it). I just lost a $5 bet with a co-worker who seems to be taking advantage of my terrible memory. I'm rewatching Arrested Development. I just finished a 3rd or 4th reread of One Hundred Years of Solitude. I've been not running because it's been too hot but I need to get back into it."
