June is the shortest month ☀️
The calendar lies. June is the shortest month.
So far, I’ve been to a family reunion, a fancy camping trip in the Blue Ridge mountains and a major awards ceremony in Chicago. (Congrats to the local nominees from Imaginary Factory, you looked hot!).
I ate a po’boy on a patio in Ann Arbor. I ate pizza in an Ohio pub while watching a rock ’n’ roll cover band fronted by a sitting judge. I went to an Agatha Christie murder mystery in Milwaukee and a world premiere musical about commedia dell’arte staged in the upstairs of a church…