Lose track of what happened in July?

Me too.

Ok. So I was in North Lake, then By the Sea, then out of the country, then out of the country some more, then back to film a performance of me not barfing, then back to North Lake to pump the Septic Tank.

And it’s merely mid-summer as far as I’m concerned.

My resolve is to start even earlier next year with my Winnowing Oar because temples to the Horse God don’t build themselves.