Well, we all knew it had to happen eventually. We’d gotten to the middle of July and yet for the most part, this summer had been remarkable well-mannered.  Sure, it’s been warm, but not, like, unpleasantly, irrationally, unwholesomely, comes-into-your-home-and-eats-your-last-Thin-Mint-without-asking-you rudely, objectionably hot.  [For the record, I’m not allowed to use adverbs in my novels anymore, … Continue reading Stupid Hot Days, Summer Colds, and Wax People