Hey there, squad. I hope you’re having a nice summer. Mine’s been pretty good thus far. And I think it’s not technically even summer yet, so that’s good I guess.

We went to our second concert as a family over the weekend, and three-quarters of us enjoyed it thoroughly. One-fourth of our group does not love live music. We saw The National at the Coca-Cola Roxy in Atlanta. The show was great, and the venue was lovely. It’s a new Roxy, though, that they built next to the new Braves baseball stadium. It’s a nice little area — everything new, new, new, nice, nice, nice — but it felt a little bit sanitized and a lot bit gentrified.

This morning I got a cortisol-and-lidocaine cocktail shot into my wrist to try to get my 20-year-old ganglion cyst to stop being such a pest, but so far it’s not helping. I first learned about Ol’ Gangly when my brother broke my finger and the X-Ray tech said, “Oh hey, you’ve got a really big cyst in your wrist.”

I just learned that it’s an “occult ganglion,” which I assume means it’s made of ghosts.

It does hurt when it makes its presence known every couple of months, but it stops hurting after two or three days and so I’ve mostly ignored it for a few decades. But it’s been bothering me for about 10 days now, and my hand keeps getting tingly. So I reckon it’s time we parted ways. I await a call from the hand surgeon. If that doesn’t help I’ll be calling the GhostFacers.

Also today: I finally replaced the computer charger that the cats chewed through. So now I can use my laptop again, and I am doing so right now. The new charge cord is wrapped in aluminum foil to dissuade the chompy little beasts.

Also today: I went to the mall and bought a new bathing suit. I wanted a one-piece, because I’m tired of the top of my mom-style tankini floating around when I get in the pool, and so a one-piece I got. Swimsuit shopping is never fun, and when I went a few weeks ago I got discouraged about being decidedly egg-shaped and left without a new suit. But this time I decided if I’m going to be egg-shaped anyway, I may as well be a colorful Easter egg and so I bought something that is neither black nor gray. I don’t know for sure that my change of heart was the aftermath of the cortisol and lidocaine, but maybe the next time you go swimsuit shopping you should consider getting a shot right in your ganglion cyst beforehand.

There’s a writing challenge going ’round Twitter about writing 1,000 words every day. I thought I might try it, but it started yesterday and I didn’t write any words at all, so I’d have to write 2,000 words today. So far I’ve written 500 or so. We’ll see if I have any more words left later today.

Anyway, I just wanted to check in and see how things are going out there in the internet world. I hope you’re well.