July 23?

the greatest thing about summer is not knowing what day it is. i have the house to myself, which is funny considering there are usually 7+ people here.  my fish, gil, was moved to a pond last week. my brother reported that he was in shock for a few minutes, but within the hour was extremely adjusted and popular. my dream is for him to grow to be a foot long.
nothing to report.  i remain relaxed, unable to read, continually disillusioned with politics, and unable to picture what the next few years hold for me.