My oldest returned home from camp. I raced from Jeff’s funeral to pick my son up from the luxury busses (air conditioning and movies?). Thanks to Bill for watching Phoenix as I headed over to pay my respects and for watching the boys while we sat shiva over the weekend. We all headed to McDonald’s afterwards and chilled in the AC. Colin had a great experience at camp and I’m glad he’s back home. It was really strange not having him around and it felt like a piece of me was missing.
We experienced a small tornado that whipped through our town, tearing down trees and knocking out power. We didn’t have power for at least 6 hours and in this heat, it’s not fun. I headed to work excited that they had power, only to find out that the AC was busted. Working in a sweaty retail store only produces stinky fitting rooms. Seriously, the body odor stuck in the back of the store was not pleasant. Anyway, this was the photo sent to me by my sponsor of the wreckage on her block. She won’t have power until Wednesday, even though she lives a few blocks away. Supposedly, there’s a car pinned under that tree. I should be grateful it’s not my new car or else I’d shit a brick.