Another first sign of summer is the first time I really have to put on sunscreen to go running . . . which is really always the second time I should have put on sunscreen, since it means I got burned the last time.

Running today, however, turned out to be an unfortunate idea:  my frail constitution is apparently not yet acclimated to our new, hotter weather and I just died after 4 miles (out of 5) and had to walk for a few minutes before jogging the rest of the way back.  Weak . . . I guess it's a good thing we didn't try to tackle The Hill today . . .

And now it's off to devhouse (or at least in a little bit) before going to see The Kills, which I'm incredibly psyched about:  I saw them once at Coachella and they were awesome, so a sold-out show at Slim's and a killer new album ought to make for a killer set.