The summer has slowly settled into a routine: runs (with or without my dad) in the morning, go to work, watch movies in the evening. While I love my job, it is unfortunately not what I need right now – it has been slow, and I find myself constantly wishing for the emptiness of polite and silly conversations with people while I ring up their purchases. It does succeed in getting me out of the house, however, and is therefore better than nothing.
When I am in the house, I look at the somewhat-bare cupboards, and mostly feel bored and uninspired to cook. There is something about the unrelenting 95 degree heat that is oppressive, and it easily sends me cowering for my dark room, my bed, and a book. With the promise of ice cream, however, I managed to muster myself and make a cake for our very belated Father’s Day celebration.