a weekend when the weather came back to normal, i.e. 99% humidity, 99 degrees in the shade, and, recovering from feeling a thousand pounds of grading lifted from my back, and a sense of weariness has set in. i do pop (see below), i hang around the kids' birthday parties; i ride the bicycle with its new carriage, one or two boys behind, to the farmers' market or elsewhere. wishing, though, that summer would just be over; that the nice weather would come back; that the garage would just clean itself out. i leave you with that, and the promise to produce more later: how could i do more now? i'm just too tired...