What with the packing and the unpacking (which Julie did the vast majority of) and the inpatient attending month, it seems like I missed summer entirely. I only had one 'sweat-so-much-the-tennis-raquet-flies-out-of-your-hand' match, not a single 'so hot in the ballpark you can take off your shirt without getting on the jumbotron' game, only one 'trip to the community splash park where old school R&B is blaring and the dj is selling jello shots for $1 on a Sunday afternoon,' and zero 'hikes where somebody, usually me, forgets the water, forcing others into heat-stroke and ruining it for everyone.'
But phase 2 -- getting Julie here -- and phase 3 -- getting O-ster here -- are complete, meaning it should be a kick-ass Fall.
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Don't forget about getting a place with a basement room for me.
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