Whew. You know it’s hot when you’re inside, with the A/C, on a treadmill, at 7:23am, and you STILL feel like you might not survive the workout. Or, maybe, I can’t blame the heat. Maybe it was all that chowder I ate while on vacation. Entirely possible. Moving on!

It IS hot here, though, just like it’s hot everywhere. As I write this, my husband is outside, digging a big hole in our yard for a pond, which officially qualifies him as crazy. He’s been out there since seven, and right now, I’m on a fifteen minute nag cycle. I have it down to a science: I go out, say, “Heat stroke is no joke!” or something equally serious, then stomp back in. And repeat. Personally, I don’t even want to BE outside today, much less moving around out there.

In other news, don’t you hate it when something really cool is going on and you know it but you can’t be there? Yeah. Me too. Like for instance, Tom Waits is playing in Asheville tonight (I think?) which is only four hours away, but of course I’m not going. (Although my friend Courtney is, so I will hear all the details, which is nice.) And also, there’s the literary equivalent of Tom Waits, Dar Williams AND the Clash all rolled into one with An Evening With Harry, Carrie and Garp, which is going on in NYC tonight. How much do I WISH I was there? Oh, so much. Why do I never plan ahead for things like this? Because I’m an idiot, that’s why. Oh, well. I can’t count on Courtney for that one, but something tells me the event will be well covered. Just a hunch.

Finally, for those of you who didn’t get to see my NC Bookwatch interview, here’s a link to a recent bit I did on WCHL radio. It’s a podcast, so you can download it: just scroll down, I’m, like, the third one listed. It’s about an hour long, I think, covering all topics from the Flying Burrito to How to Deal, with a bit of hometown stuff thrown in. I honestly can’t remember everything we talked about, but I was much more relaxed than on TV, which is always a good thing.

*looks at watch*

Time to go nag about the heat again. Hopefully I won’t find my husband passed out. Or evaporated. Wish me luck!

have a good day, everyone!

edit: I forgot to mention that it’s been brought to my attention that someone may be impersonating me on MySpace. Just so you know: this is my MySpace page. Accept no imitations! If it’s not on this page, my website, or my latest news page, it probably isn’t me. Just so you know.
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