Ants. In my pants.

Jeremy is beside himself. We have ants in the kitchen. I hate summer. Bugs, itchy, the grass grows, the schedule is whack, it’s hot, blah blah blah.

Jeremy spent Sunday morning on his bike. He’s in good shape, ready for his race this weekend. Fingers crossed he doesn’t get sick (so many people with Covid are running around (literally)) and his saddle sores don’t get the best of him.