Withering

Chaz's garden out front just withers under the midday sun, but as soon as the shade comes around, they perk right back up. Its hard not to think of it metaphorically, given the twists and turns we've been navigating. The Sunday after my birthday was the first time I read a financial advice column, and saw that I had been moved into the category of advice for the 40-55 year old group. I should be less aggressive with my finances, said the columnist. Hmph. Typing in 40 into the treadmill at the gym wasn't that bad, but being moved into another demographic stings. After reading that, my legs were a bit heavier, and my back a bit achier. Dang it.

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Tonight we're packing and organizing to take a couple weeks vacation back in Munich. While they're having a warm summer, it's a bit milder than the heat here. House-sitters are in place to care for things and watch the plants continue to fight against the drought and heat.

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I've got a job to come back to with the company, despite a rough second quarter, but Chaz isn't so lucky. He's on the hunt for his next position already, and I'm sure we'll spend a bit of time here and there doing some distance job-hunting. The wire makes that a bit easier, but it's a extra bit of mental weight to lug around.