I want to lick your magazine.
The work inside is awfully tasty too. I just had to take a photo with some nectarines, which are not rotten, as my fridge has finally been repaired. NOTE: the picture does not do the color justice.
Here is what our weather has been lately. When I was taking the dog out for her afternoon shit, it felt so much like Fall that I almost freaked out about new syllabi. But summer class is coming to an end, and tomorrow I'm grading all day, and by late Friday afternoon I will have nothing to do for the rest of the summer but read hundreds of poetry mss, which is my idea of heaven. As long as heaven contains the above orange color.