Dear Lake Calhoun/Minnesota weather/Sven Sundgaard and his form-fitting-dress pants:
If it’s going to be overcast, then I need it to be cooler and less humid.
Dear Lake Calhoun/Minnesota weather/Sven Sundgaard and his form-fitting-dress pants:
If it’s going to be overcast, then I need it to be cooler and less humid.
In May, I finished finals and managed to survive the relentless hanging out with my law school people before they went off to their summer clerkships, study abroad countries, and odd family vacations.
June was all about reconnecting with the non-law school friends I neglected in May. And birthdays. It felt like every-other-day was someone’s birthday. I ran out of cards. Oh, and there was some dating too…. a pride parade, and some business about music production.
July started with loud-ass fireworks, my birthday, and heat. Lots of heat. And thunderstorms. And tornadoes. And hairspray (this is all very dramatic.)
There was also the epic move to the downstairs apartment and a dozen trips to Ikea, Target, and Home Depot. You can call me Tim Allen. Where’s Pamela?
In addition to drilling and the crap-load of cleaning associated with moving, I also became the building caretaker. That means I have to field the craziest phone calls from people who want apartment showings.