It’s very muggy here. That is all.

The problem with not posting constantly is that then I feel the urge to start every post with an apology for not posting, which makes me not post because guilt is only a motivator up to a point. So let’s not do that. If you follow me on Twitter (ursulav) or listen to one of the three podcasts, you know I’m not dead! And if you don’t, uh…Hi! I’m not dead!

Nothing much is going on here–I wish I had a new book to drop on you or something, but while there’s a lot in the works, nothing ready right this minute. Also it’s hot and obscenely muggy and the garden looks like Jurassic Park, only with chickens instead of velociraptors, but I’m told that velociraptors were only the size of turkeys anyway. The dew point is one degree below the ambient temperature and we are 99% humidity, so the windows are perpetually covered in condensation. In theory, fall is coming, but so is the heat death of the universe, and I will believe it when I see it.

Wherever you’re hailing from, I hope you’re doing well! I just felt like saying hi.

Also, in case you missed it, one of Kevin’s baby chicks has grown up to be a rooster, because sexing chicks is hard. Dottie is now Dotson, and he is a large, imperious, very handsome bird who still runs in terror from Strong Independent Chicken despite being significantly larger than she is.