I promise I've meant to post. Some of you may have noticed, but a lot of you probably didn't. Still, I am here now.
And sitting under the ceiling fan while the air conditioning churns. Ninety-five degrees out there. Tap doesn't want to walk, and I don't blame him. I've been reading more than knitting, and am nearly finished with the Mystery Cross-Stitch project. But mostly it's the heat.
I deplore hot weather.
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Tell me about it. And here tomorrow, it supposed to break a record for heat and as they keep enthusiastically tell us, "will fell like 100 degrees." Why wasn't I born during the Ice Age???
Way too early for hot weather, yes?
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