So I'm really enjoying the convenience of southern living. And I mean, hamburgers at night. Or watermelon in a store that is 1.) fresh and 2.) right around the corner in a store that stays upen until 10 p.m. But it's just a fancy. I won't always be away from home. Someday, I'll be back for 'sort of' good.

Got into my London at around 5 and went straight to my sister's place, hoping my nephew was there but he was being dropped off later. When I opened the door, his whole face lit up and he ran into my arms. It was one of those kodak moments. I used an entire package of polaroid film on him. Everytime I took a photo, he'd run over and take it out and start waving it around, trying to make it develop faster. I don't know where he got these moves, he's just turning 3 in two days. Maybe he liked polaroids in another life.

Today, I have to run around to get a couple of things and then head out to Thamesville to hang with Rose. Dinner, then drinks at a bar later. I'm really looking forward to it.

but I have to say; in all the fun and games I'm having here...it's freaking hot. I don't even know how I am managing. At night, I slept with a fan aimed right at me. I know that it was hot here before, but coming from the very far freaking North where the high is 0 degrees, this 35 with humidity is a killer. I'm sweating, typing this out...and my sister has her central air on.

yeah, I'm a peach. And I can't stop listening to this song, or River by Joni Mitchell.

Helpless - Ryan Adams (Neil Young cover)