I was going to say, "So hot, the cicadas have given up," but Tam informs me they have been yammering away all day, every day, and don't fall silent until very late in the afternoon; I guess the poor little dears are just all tuckered out by the time I get home. --Which is unusual enough, shutting up not being one of their strengths.
We did -- finally! -- get another blast of rain yesterday; not really enough to do much good, particularly if you're engaged in the business of agriculture. But it may keep the lawn from committing seppuku from shame over its complete inability to be green, lush, inviting or even homey.
He Worked On A Starship
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