No joke, kids. It’s about 90 degrees here today. I’ve got three fans running full blast, trying to move some air through the fort. Can’t wait for sundown.
I’m still working on the scene in which the two boys go swimming. It’s hard, difficult to find the words to describe the sensation of plunging into the water when you’re 11 years old. I feel like I could really use a nice glass of Merlot and a swimming pool, though not necessarily in that order. … Oh yeah, I don’t drink. Dang.