It's 8am and 95 outside. I sit with a cup of coffee with my feet in the pool, watching the water for unfortunate beetles and spiders that drowned in the night. I very carefully place them on a piece of card stock, arranging their legs. A couple of beetles crawl away. Good for them. Spencer walks around the corner, he's brought a bread pudding. "What's happened to your hair?" he asks. "Heartburn," I reply. I change into my suit and dive in. The water is like silk. In a couple of hours, we'll only be able to walk on shaded areas of the deck. My friend Kevin says it's hot in Chicago, and Ravyn says she's never felt it so hot in Virginia. It's supposed to be 114 today.
I'll wake Orion and we'll get Aubrey and go to the library. Books for him, DVD's for us to play in the studio while we work. I'll make art and Aubrey will pack Poppets to send on adventures and new homes.