Slow week

I don't have a whole lot to write. Elvi returned Saturday afternoon and we braved the F1 crowds on Crescent with some WarBirds buddies in town from B.C. We worked our way down Crescent to Hurley's, then moved up Bishop to Le Social where we partook of some surprisingly delicious shrimp and played swizzle-stick Shakespeare.

The stifling heat has moved on with the thunderstorm winds that overturned trucks and brought trees down on cars.

I've been spending most of my time reading and giving notes for Robert the director. He has a script that structurally reminds me of "Raiders of the Lost Ark".

My hair has reached thistle-head length. Thank goodness for Paul Mitchell.

Elvi has applied to be an astronaut.

I need to write more coherent blog posts.