...like there's been in LA this week. The summer soulstice hits, and its like we're living in the Mojave all of a sudden. Suffice it to say, hot weather and being pregnant isn't necessarily the best combination, but Cindy is a trooper. Marley keeps pulling that whole "well, how do you think I feel?" card, so can't really complain too much.
As for life in general, July 4th, despite all its political ramifications will be a day of fireworks around here, as we head out to the rosebowl to watch some benevolent pyrotechnics. Wish I could say the same for folks abroad, all the crazy conflicts in the world, from Palestine to Mindanao to Iraq, it ain't all fun and games, or bbqs with friends. I really hope cooler heads prevail, cuz God knows the earth is hot enough already.
Another installment of Mateyo Kidlat should be on its way, and it has to do with 3, which as we all know, is the magic number.
Peace.
laks
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