The cicadas just mysteriously hushed outside the window. It's muggy. It's hot and muggy and now it's still because the breeze stopped and the insects became quiet.
We're having chef's salad for dinner. Lettuce and fresh-picked tomatoes (Viv at work gave me a yellow one and a big ol' beefsteak), cuke, olives, red onion, celery, bell pepper, toss in a
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