I have just over a month left in the homeland. Isn't that unreal? In six Sundays from now, I will be at home. This means that in five Sundays from now, I will be trying to jam a bunch of clothes and books I shouldn't have bought into a fuchsia suitcase.
What are you doing this summer? my invisible audience questions.
Well, friends, I don't know. Having a job? Organizing music filing cabinets? Going to Canada? Jacking Jeffie's pickup truck and tooling around the back roads for fun? These are all plausible options.
A job? Shouldn't you kind of have that lined up?
Yeah. Shut up.