Thoughts
Summer School is over. Overall, it's been great. One of the teachers said, "It's over! Think of not having to get up on a Monday morning!" My reaction was, "Are you kidding? Teaching summer school is why I get up on a Monday morning!" But I'm a freak. I know.
An influence of summer school is that I count my daily reps - bicep curls, pressups and all - in Russian. By the end of this week I'll be able to count up to 1000 (tysyacha).
We've been running together for the past four or five times along the parkland walk, at a pace sustainable for twenty to twenty-five minutes each time, just enough to get Pork Chop hooked on the running bug.
We're off to visit the in-laws. Until September!

I'm too nice to tell the eight-year-old who designed the shirt that I thought a squadron of pigeons overdosed on laxatives had flown overhead. See, I'm so nice.


