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Summer is showing its hand early. It's a thick season here and the air gets too heavy fast for anyone over 12. It's the same sort of glorious, sluggish, damp magic as puberty. The very best thing is a place in the shade where you watch things grow until August wilts its way in. The next best thing is cold beer.
I'm visiting home, sitting on my mother's porch and thinking about how this house got smaller every year while I was growing up and now I'm grown enough and poor enough that it's enormous again. Lavish against the poverty of my higher education.
Down to the dirty: I woke up at 163.8lbs this morning (according to mommy-dearest's scale) and I'd been hanging out around 168 for months and months so I am cautiously optimistic about his diet. My energy level is a little wacked today but I'm going to distribute the blame amongst the muggy air, an erratic sleep schedule, and the good Dr. Dukan. My latest research project is moving along nicely and MIRACLE, my insurance company approved a procedure I've been waiting to hear about since January. So, quite nice as Sundays go.
I'm visiting home, sitting on my mother's porch and thinking about how this house got smaller every year while I was growing up and now I'm grown enough and poor enough that it's enormous again. Lavish against the poverty of my higher education.
Down to the dirty: I woke up at 163.8lbs this morning (according to mommy-dearest's scale) and I'd been hanging out around 168 for months and months so I am cautiously optimistic about his diet. My energy level is a little wacked today but I'm going to distribute the blame amongst the muggy air, an erratic sleep schedule, and the good Dr. Dukan. My latest research project is moving along nicely and MIRACLE, my insurance company approved a procedure I've been waiting to hear about since January. So, quite nice as Sundays go.
