Hey look, this place is still here…After this many days, I feel like I should come in with a feather duster and a vacuum.
I don’t know what to tell you, except that I’ve been busy writing songs, co-writing songs, and having the time of my life doing it. It still feels strange at times. I have moments when I think, who do I think you are, anyway, having so much fun doing something you love? But it feels exactly right.
So we’re just hanging out here, trying to stay cool through another desert summer, keeping the kids entertained and out of juvie. Pretty much what most of you are doing, right?
And the heat’s not so bad, really…After all, around midnight, it cools down enough (to 95 degrees, or so) that it’s bearable to go outside. What’s to complain about? 120 degrees when we got into the car he other day. Ouch.