but now we're tired of it

We wanted our summer back again, and lo, it returned by mid-afternoon. My dear sister and her youngest left for Idaho in the mid-morning, as we stood on the porch and waved through the drizzle. Hard on the nonegenarian, when she had two of her offspring so close for a few days. Stole away for a quick session at the climbing gym, which always restores a bit of balance in me.
Done with The Reluctant Fundamentalist, which I appreciated mostly. Starting Hotel Iris by Yoko Ogawa, a well-regarded Japanese author; I 've read a couple of her works. They are strange. This one is proving to be a bit bizarre as well, and I haven't decided if it's a good kind of bizarre or not.