My husband spends lots of time each day at the Community Gardens where he is the Compost King, a member of the squash, potato, and corn co-op, and has his own garden plot. He also “lifts heavy things” when needed. Because of this, he has gotten quite tan (well…his forearms, neck, face & head, his white chest still glows in the dark). The other night we were brushing our teeth and he looked in the mirror at us both and said, “Wow! I’m really tan. You’re really white!” I made a snarly face at him and he said, “What? You’re a writer! If you were tan it would mean you weren’t getting anything done!”

Ha! While that’s true, I hate to think I’m missing out on summer!

I’m one up on him now. I’ve moved the bed outside onto the porch and today I am spending the whole day outside, lying in bed (well, propped up) writing. I’ll be tan in no time AND I’ll get something done. All I need now is someone to fan me and bring me drinks. Do you write outside in the summer?