Twenty to seven in the morning…and the thermometer reads NINETY DEGREES out there on the back porch.
Humidity: 35%
Chance of rain: 32%
Holleeee shee-ut. It’s like living back in (un)lovely Saudi Arabia, on the shore of the sweaty Persian Gulf.
Dog and human are just back from a soggy doggy walk.
No baby-sitters in evidence yet. Let’s hope they stay away for awhile.
Peace. Quiet. And a dog for company. What more could anyone ask?
Well. Ahem….
One COULD ask for coffee…
Just discovered I’m flat out.
Not yet 7 in the morning: no place within easy reach is open. Hotter than the Hubs of Hades: 92 degrees at 8:50 in the morning. And I failed to order any coffee from Amazon.
Whaaaaa!!!???????
Where did my marbles go?
Welp! We have a boxful of fancy tea in the cupboard. Think what we’ll do is indulge ourself in overpriced tea today and tomorrow, while we order up the coffee from the far side of the galaxy.
Ohhhh, what deprivation!
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