Happy Birthday today to one of my very best friends: Wolfie King. Love you, bud! He turned 12 today. Got some reeaaallyyy cool stuff, some really sweet, lovely cards, we did a scavenger hunt, delicious pie and burgers made by dad, helped him finish his homework, and he did it! Wrote an entire damn essay before the festivities really kicked off, and that was with everyone around him distracting him. Very, very proud of him for that.
I had my productive day today, which is kinda wild with everything going on. I was way too warm last night—Joy insists on sleeping on top of me and I think I need to turn the thermostat down with this heat wave at the moment. I just did. Hopefully that helps.
Did I mention false fall was here? Yeah. It finally happened. Was 93 damn degrees today. THE DAY BEFORE HALLOWEEN. Crazy. Except its not. Happens every year. Almost didn’t this year, and it’s only for a couple days, but we did hit mid-90s in October. All is right with the world.
All isn’t right, but…that’s not my story to tell.
Happy Birthday, Wolf. So very glad I got to spend it with you.