Midsummer was magical. My phone went flat and I didn’t bother to charge it, even to blog. Wump had a few coordination-based tragedies, chief among them a few falls and a burn on her butt from the sauna rocks. Toop fell in the lake once and off the seat in the sauna once, but was otherwise fine.
Mass quantities of meat and booze were consumed. And many enjoyable and shockingly civil and grown-up conversations were had.
Also some shockingly juvenile conversations about polyurethane, sexual misadventures, and cuckoos, but I won’t go into that.
I ended up finding my way to a good place regarding the brexit clusterfuck, but I’ll just lazily repost my thoughts from Facebook.