The view outside our shack at the Presidio. If you've been there, we were in a building right next to the bathrooms near the Warming Hut.
June. Where'd it go? I spent the entire month traveling, so I've only just relaxed into a summer routine of late breakfasts, early lunches, afternoon naps and letters of recommendation.
First, I spent 8 long days grading AP exams. Here's how it works: first, you need to prepare by eating a really greasy meal that makes you feel gross and unhealthy. Make a tape of your local bus station so you can play that constant hum of conversation and banging and disruption while you work. Go sit in the most uncomfortable chair you can find. Now turn the A/C to 50. Hunch your back. You're ready! Now grade 1200 essays - quick!
Once back from that, we departed for southern California. Great trip. I returned for 48 hours and hopped another plane for San Francisco.
The poster asks "What would inspire you to volunteer at the Presidio?"
This wag wrote, "Get out of hear fat pepole your fat." Charming.
Another smarty writes, "I sexy and I knowit."
But now I'm back. Salt Lake's hothothot, but I'm so happy to be in my own bed (where the sheets go all the way to the end of the bed! Wow! What's up with hotels short-sheeting the beds? I hate that!) in my own house, with my own family and my own bad habits (mmm...cheetos).