Well, summer would not come to me, so I had to stride into summer. Seriously, the poor, misguided Seattites call this month "Junuary," which followed "Mayvember." Sick. Anyway, Kim and I got a late start, but powered through and rolled in at four in the morning, blasting Avenue Q and wasted on gas station coffee and Taco Bell food. The drive was great fun for a long time, but then not, and then it felt so undescribably good to not be moving anymore. Summer has exploded here in the last few days, I'm told. The roses in the front yard are like an ocean of flowers.