Here in Portland, Oregon, that means 15 straight hours of visually navigable daylight, and since school let out last week, the little shits are already screaming around and getting into trouble. I live VERY close to an unlit children’s baseball field. ‘Nuff said.
Their parents aren’t much better. It’s alarming just how many of our fair city’s scheduled events revolve around carbs and booze, right in the middle of the T-shirt-clingin’ heat. With odds like that, those who aren’t parents yet, might be by spring.
When you wash away all the donor cells, you’re left with a protein scaffold called a ghost heart. Now, it’s ready to be injected with a transplant recipient’s stem cells so a new heart – one that won’t be rejected – can be grown.
In any given time zone, the sun sets over an hour later on the west side of it than on the east. That’s an extra 60 minutes of leftover pizza and online shenanigans.
Thankfully, I’m an early-to-bed-early-to-rise type. I like to get my sinning out of the way before everybody else.
