It was a dry run to the Carmichael box today, but there was a Mary letter at least. She’s doing okay.

They’ve decided at work that they are going to keep his hours the same.

It’s been hot and dry and fire season is definitely here. There have been wildfires up in northern Cal. It’s still so peaceful, too. Do you know how wonderful it is just to be able to open a window without the thunderous, chaotic symphony of noise we’d get in the city?! The back bedroom window and the front kitchen window have been open for days. As long as we can never afford a house in a retirement community or to buy a large chunk of land, and as long as Jesse doesn’t screw us over and he’s ok with it, I’ll never leave here.