Dinner from Yats: "Special" Jambalaya, meaning: "It has done cooked down gooood, sell this last bit off and start over," half & halfed with Red Beans and Sausage, over good rice with kiss-the-baker French bread with some kinda seasoned butter: OMG good!
Hating on the Caps Lock key: D00ds, it has done been there since before WW I. Did you only just now notice? Don't make the years of struggle have been for naught! The thing is RIGHT WHERE IT SHOULD BE. ;)
Riding the Highwheeler in Cicada-Silencing Weather: Hey-la, there's a better breeze higher up and little temptation to over-exert.
Cicada-Silencing Weather? Yes. Yes it is. It's like 95 for temp and humidility and what happens is, some cicada gets himself all swole up with wonderfulness, climbs to a high place rated for Loud and bursts into song:
For maybe twenty seconds and then takes a deep breath of mostly hot water and ends on a strangled-sounding:
Silence reigns until some other half-witted faux locust gets up to his own good spot, thinking, "I'll show 'em how it's done!" and crashes and burns in the exact same way. Poor little gnomes don't have much more than a Z-80 to run on, you know, and all the software was burned into the PROMs a long time ago.