It's hot. Really hot. As in, I-should-be-cutting-grass-but-I-can't-even-go outside hot. It is good to be home, though.
I've already had some phone calls from people following up on my fact-checking work, and I don't want to have to explain that I'm back on the East Coast. It's weird to not have all my materials at my disposal every minute.
Depressing: I'm listening to my All-East TN Jazz Band CD from senior year....and my guitar playing might have been better three years ago. If you don't use it, you lose it.
No comments:
Post a Comment