Crickets

Three weeks to go till school starts. I’m trying to gear up my brain but I’m having trouble getting there. Teachers who take the summer off to “relax” tend to lose themselves during the three month sabbatical

It’s like they let every molecule of their body dissipate into nothingness and scramble to collect it all again when school starts. Needless to say, this is a difficult process.

Richelle and I are cooling off from a heated argument we had earlier so the sounds of the crickets and grasshoppers right now are unusually loud. She’s right, of course. About most of it.

I'm still sitting in the Alamo of my 2% right. I won't be taken alive.

Dont' read this unless you have absolutely nothing else to do with your life.

I haven’t written anything so far in August. This is shameful. I’m like Ernest Borgnine says in the film Marty, “What I been doin’ with myself?” I want to give excuses but I don’t have any. Like you drive off a cliff and smash your body up, people will understand why you haven’t been keeping up on the letter-writing. You were a little tied up. It’s understandable.
So this is me just getting back into the swing of things. I’m writing to say I haven’t been writing. Hopefully, you figured out that you needed to stop reading this post within the first few words.