july, july!

dear you, because most people say 'July in July!' I'm going to make like Dolly Parton & just say it before anyone else does. It's July! I'm July! We got that out of the way! I went to see my family for the first time since SiP started on Saturday, for a socially distant visit/walk at the Davis arboretum. It was 104 degrees, and I--having lived in Oakland for nearly fifteen years & wholly unaccustomed to the boiling heat in which I was raised-- felt it like a mikva. A kind of searing clean. I sweat & sweat & sweat & came home & slept for twelve hours.

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