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Mr. Selwyn says relax.

We made it to about 95˚F, but in the past two hours, the temperature has dropped to 80˚F, with the heat index at 82˚F.

An awful day yesterday, and then last night I was ill and hardly slept more than three hours. This morning, we got up and drove to Carrolton, Georgia, because I had a need. And then we came home. We made it back about 3:30 p.m. On the way back, there was rain, and then it rained here while we were having tuna fish sandwiches for dinner.


My office windows are open, and the air smells like rain, a smell I have missed.

You know how you can buy signed books from me on eBay so I don't have to sell the cats for medical experiments, right? Also, Spooky has her Dreaming Squid Dollworks and Sundries Etsy shop. Save a pussy.

Lots of dead armadillos on the drive today, and Hog Liver Road. Some fools with a "Trump 2020" stand set up by the highway. Remember these things.

Later Taters,

12:08 p.m.


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Oct. 6th, 2019 01:19 am (UTC)
A thought, there is, rolling about my head, about a campaign stand and a plague of dead armadillos, but I wouldn't want to insult the Dasypodinae Dasypus. Just finished the "Apocalypse" of American Horror Story. Deity, how I love the weaving of continuity.
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