I just might melt over here
8 am and it's 82 degrees. Highs in the high 90s for at least the next four days. Belly and I are off for a walk now before it gets unbearable. An unshowered walk, I'll have you know. Stinky.
Distraction number one from other more scholarly pursuits.
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I seem to recall that just before my wreck, I was complaining about our having no winter weather. And I seem to recall that you scolded me, saying I should be careful what I wished for. And sure enough, we got the winter weather—replete with icy-road wreck.
Now, let's see: I also seem to recall your bragging about the wonderful warm Illinois weather. Well, now. Do I hear the clucking of roosting chickens?
May I recommend Edy's lime juice pops? It's like a margarita on a stick!
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