I went to bring in the mail this morning, and there was a pair of moths on my screen door. Butt to butt. I can only assume that they were busily copulating. They didn’t seem at all disturbed by me opening the door, getting the mail, and closing the door again. Kids these days, I swear.
The heat has finally broken, at least for a few blissful days. The temperature has been in the mid 70s, and the cats are no longer looking at me with lethargic hopelessness. For that matter, I’m no longer laying on the floor in the air conditioned bedroom, waiting for November. Good all around.
Not much else to report. My usual rock-star existence seems to be taking a summer vacation. Maybe I should do the same.
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