Summer Lovin’

Urania spritzed Calliope’s scratches with hydrogen peroxide. All three muses leaned in to watch the solution bubble up as it blended with Cal’s blood. The effect was similar to dotting orange markings onto a damp yellow long neck.

“Thanks,” said Cal. “We sure put a dent in the weeds on the hill. Maybe we can stay ahead of the sprout and spread this year?”

Nia and Tal shared an empty speech bubble that was grounded in doubt and floating in hesitation. “Maybe.” The pair shrugged. Neither wanted to rain on Cal’s satisfaction in a job well begun.

Thalia gestured at Geoffrey giraffe. “Summer’s sliding in like a herd of parched giraffes at a watering hole. Adorable — isn’t he? It’s supposed to be 90 degrees tomorrow. Poor Henny is not a fan. She needs a fan? We need to get us… errr… her a new pool!” The Muse of Wit swam off in search of her bikini.

Nia rubbed a thumb across the sticky parts of a bandage on the palm of Cal’s hand. “You’re going to grow a lovely garden this summer… I can feel it in my roots.”

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A word from Typist:

Wowza! What a difference a day makes. Like boiling water poured on instant coffee granules, we’re dissolving winter into summer here in the Midwest. It feels amazing to be outside in short sleeves.

So long purple parka with your broken zipper! I shall put you out of my mind until October.

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In C news… the bone marrow inspiring shots are not causing any aches in my bones. Isn’t that a piece of lemon cake with lemon icing?

And… I was a little calendar challenged yesterday — oops! I have three infusions of phase 1 chemo left. If all goes as planned, this stage of the party will wrap up on 5/26. An extra week to hang out with the nurse angels!