Cold Midsummer’s Day—or—I am So Gullible

Day before yesterday I look at the paper, it says “High: 81°F”. It’s a little overcast, but that happens a lot, and it burns off by mid-morning.

Fat chance. If it got above 65°F, I’ll eat that newspaper. I was freezing all day.

I should be grateful. Poor LA-the-sage is hot. I could be in DC.

I am so behind on life. Work is getting interesting and my poor brain is kind of fried. We stopped at Walmart (cheaper than Target, faster than Amazon) and picked up Harry Potter, but since three of us are reading the same book at the same time, my experience of it has been a little fragmented so far.


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