Hi. Long time no see, eh? July ended, I got a new-to-me car, then I turned into a slug. No running, no painting, no nothin'.
But on the bright side, remember the vomit kid from upstairs? HE'S GONE! Finally, finally, he's gone. I have slept better in the past three nights than I have in the past three months.
Oh, the Ferndale airstrip is a heli-base again, but so far no big giant Sigourney Weaver helicopter. One of the three helicopters down there is a 1964 something-or-other. It's older than I am. This year the crews are sleeping in pup tents on site; there have been lots of little fires in the Bob Marshall Wilderness, lots of lightning strikes.
I have been reading a series of terrible mystery novels since Saturday. I'm on the third one now - it is brand spanking new. In fact it might still be a pre-order on Amazon. We know the woman who wrote the books, and bought them because our gallery is mentioned in the third book. Knowing there were two prior books, I HAD to read them all, in order. And ... uh ... eek. That's all I'm going to say. Marilyn - if you somehow find my blog and read this, I'm sorry.
Today I'm going to try and overcome my sluggishness. Is that a word? I still haven't gotten my 10 mile run and, although THAT'S not going to happen today, I still hope to get it before I leave for vacation.