Time has a way of evaporating sometimes. It has nothing to do with fun. It just disappears, like steam. I guess that's what happened to July, because somehow today is the second Tuesday in August, and a whole month is gone, and I don't know how it happened. The sun came out and, poof! I wasn't writing. Riding, yes. Finally fixed my bike. But writing? Not on the new novel. Obviously not blog posts. Letters either. Both my sisters are probably mad at me. Here's what I remember: *We lost the dog and chased him down. *Worked hours in garden , which is growing like green demons. *Hiked mountains . *It poured rain every afternoon. In Utah. Where the total rainfall is 15 inches a year. *I injured my Achilles and rehabilitated it. Didn't see doctor. *Read book on barefoot running . *Read book on plot because I was mired in mine. Think I found my way out. * Ran barefoot with dog and kids in squishy park grass. * Experiment A : drank one quart gree