Fat trout days

We have rounded the hump of summer, the air is cooling, and I'm ready to work. I found a job I'd like. I gave my resume to the guy who told me about it, and am meeting with him Monday to get the scoop.

I haven't heard from the Odin yet, but likely won't until August. This October is the Odin's 40th Birthday Celebration, which is a huge culmination for them. Grotowski and Sanjukta Panagrahi were at their 30th; both now have gone to the winds.

My mom is going in for an all-day exam and meeting with a breast cancer team at Fred Hutchinson Cancer Center on Tuesday. This is cool, as only a few people are selected by this team approach. It should be a robust diagnosis. I'm going with her.

Summer has always seemed a sleepy season to me. Green and drowsy, fat trout days.

Under that -- I am restless. Under that, I am more-than-usually content to drift in the yellow-green waters. This is the summer before you leave home.