For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels

Toe,
It's been ages since I wrote anything here. I think I haven't written much anywhere, aside from at work, where I write quite a bit actually, but none of it really seems to be written by me, per se, or rather, none of that writing contains anything that is me. When I write for my job, I am using my skill, but I am not putting myself into it. It is sort of a cold, technical thing.

So, here I am, writing, about me. And the thing is, I don't have a ton to say. It was good to see you last month. It was great sharing that muddy fucking mojito.

I want to write more. Life is just too much right now. Work. Sick cat. Bored spouse. Too much drinking. Not enough exercise.

My garden is going well, although I started some plants quite late. I'll give a full report of the harvest in September.

How is your garden?

How is E? I hope you all are well and are gearing up for the August excitement.

I'm going out West a few states over to write, starting the end of next week. If I get to an internet connection, I will update you.

Love,
E-word