shewholaughs

So far I've dislocated my jaw eating mango leather and sped on my bike back and forth from one side of the Isthmus to the other: Monona-Mendota-Monona-Mendota. High June is here, and it is simply exquisite.

Skeeter is less than thrilled, resentful of the wiry black kitten that roams the apartment freely, unused to the spongy air mattress. He grumbles and growls, but then the window beckons and he stretches out on the sill, unable to resist the cool air.