Whenever I hear complaints about July, most of which have to do with hot weather, I immediately think of Miranda July, her quirky stories, films, and mostly the bagged goldfish on top of the moving car…especially that image, which for me metaphorically encapsulates my SoCal summers. It’s too easy to forget, despite living in it, this drought which should never be forgotten, and which is only getting worse.

So I’ve decided to keep on swimming.

And writing/editing.

Yours in remaining aware of constant climate change,

PB