I bought one of those inflatable raft things that you can fill with water and lounge in (it has an inflatable pillow and cup holders!) and it’s still in the box. I bought it in early June and then got very, very sick and by the time I felt better, I just…forgot about it.

I write as a hobby and am constantly thinking about my character and things he can say or do. A lot of it is funny, at least to me. So, I’ll either laugh, or I (apparently) have a very specific smile that I do, because my husband can always clock when I’ve had a particularly good thought.

Not my “parents”, but my Grandpa. When he wasn’t feeling well, he would say, “Feels like I’ve been shot at and missed, shit at and hit.”