July, July

Ah, Dear Friend, we are rapidly approaching the anniversary of your departure. I'm hoping that the first big monsoon storm of the season falls on that day, though I think it will probably arrive beforehand. Remember that crazy dust storm that night?

Anywho, it was reasonably cool today, only 102, but because the monsoons are approaching it's humid. I worked a million hours again. Like you, I've thrown myself into work. I'm probably working more than is reasonable, but between the construction in my apartment and the...July-ness of everything, it seems appropriate.

I desperately need a shower. My water has been of for two days due to construction, and I was too lazy on Sunday following the pool party to wash myself. The result is that I haven't had a proper shower since BEFORE the party. I did however, manage to scrub all the crisco off myself. (Did I mention we inexplicably coated a watermelon in crisco? Because we did. And then plunked it into the pool. I'm sure you would have appreciated the randomness of it all.)

I think the construction in my place is almost done, or at least I hope it is. They were testing the sprinklers today, or at least I assume they were because my bathroom floor is slightly flooded. They've replace the drywall in the 17 holes in my ceiling, and I'm just waiting for the last inspection, texturing, and painting. It will probably take at least another week. I'm ready to have my house back, and I miss my dog terribly.

I think that's all the news from this half of the world. Give Phil a hug for me. Miss you both, always.