Hey hey, everybody, welcome to the July post.

Just kidding. I’m not intentionally taking the summer off. My brain and body seem to be demanding it, though, so here we are.

We went to the Poconos this month and that was something. I’m pretty sure the last time I was in Pennsylvania was after my grandma died so it’s been a minute. What I mostly remembered about that state is how you cross the border and then drive four more hours to get where you’re going.

Note: hyperbole. We all know geography isn’t my strong suit so don’t come for me with well, Laura, the actual distance from border to border is blahdy blah blah… Just let me have it, man. Also, it’s possible I may have been permanently scarred by a road trip in college involving a serious hangover and an extraordinarily long drive trying to get to said grandma. Possibly. And that is all we’ll share on that particularly joyful memory.

I will say each time we googled directions and someone would say oh, that’s thirty miles I’d add AS THE CROW FLIES because can you say mountains with curvy roads? Holy car sickness, Batman, I needed Dramamine for some of those jaunts. But I digress.

It was a restful week. Our New York City outing was a bit of a whirlwind but that’s a post for another day. Here’s hoping each and every one of you is having a sweet summer in your own way.