... Or something like that.
I am writing to you from the oppressive heat of India, which threatens to melt me down into a pool of sad liquid. And, of course, it's only gonna get hotter. The monsoon hasn't even hit yet, and when it does I'll be looking back on these days with longing.
My two daughters and I made it here just over a month ago, and our plan is to remain here through the end of the summer. We'll return back home to Chicago in the middle of August, leaving us just enough time to adjust our internal clocks before the older girl starts kindergarten and the younger one begins preschool.
And I still cannot believe how quickly they are growing.
That is it for now.
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