It's 8:30 p.m. The sun is down.
It's still 100 degrees outside. Ugh!
About Me
Brick Wall Favorites
- The unicycle
- A tribute to my father
- A turtle in the sun
- The preacher's jar of words
- Cereal night
- To welcome the tears and not be afraid
- Vanity
- Red-winged blackbird: Part II DRAFT
- Red-winged blackbird: Part I
- A tale of two places, maybe three: Part II, Mt. Tamalpais
- A tale of two places, maybe three: Part I, Yosemite
- Yosemite: Things that go bump in the night
4 comments:
ARGH!
You're a better person than I am to live through that without whining incessantly.
Come visit here. It's nice and cool in the evening.
Ugh, yes. I hate it. And the air is so dirty, too--at least here in Texas. It's making it really hard to breathe. Hope it's better where you are, Linda.
That's highly unfair. You should protest!
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