hello summer

Okay.

So even though I have to do this--
eight times a week during my monologue, it's not all bad really.

I mean, there are total perks to my job.

Take this week, for instance. The Alliance really picked the right place to start off this shebang. While almost the whole rest of the cast opted to stay at the Garfield Suites, drawn in by its two bedroom and kitchen equipped apartments, we chose to stuff ourselves and all our junk into one hotel room (which is on the smaller side of hotel rooms, to boot) in order to be able to enjoy this all week.
Uh-huh. The rooftop pool. Which is basically where I have been every day.

I even swam around in it today. Though my version of swimming is limited to the doggie paddle, the under water basic eyes-closed swim, and the "don't even think about getting this hair wet because I only get it set once a week" grandma frog swim (except I totally get my hair wet). And this afternoon Ian was kind enough to teach me the side stroke and together, we picked our respective apples and put them in the basket while I expanded my swimming repertoire.

But I have a feeling that he ended up collecting many more fictitious apples than me.

There's nothing like soaking in the sun next to a body of water while reading a good book.

And don't you worry about how close I've been to that thinning ozone layer laying on the roof of the hotel like that all week, either. I haven't burnt myself once. I have been nothing if not diligent about applying my sun screen.

Mom, you'd be proud.