So, it's been a long day.
I spent my lunch hour, like I do many lunch hours, working on my latest true crime piece for the next issue of Frank, out in two weeks. I hope to have it in to my editor by Wednesday or Thursday. This coming Wednesday is a non-Toastmasters night, and I need to research some murder cases, so I will be at the Archives that night. Patricia can run the roads or something.
It is only June, not even the middle part of it, but already the humidity is getting on my nerves. I sat out on the front deck and watched some kids play street hockey tonight, and had to come back inside to cool off. That didn't work, so I stood in the doorway, half my body inside and half outside. That didn't work either. It will be a long summer.
Maybe I will move to some place cold. I'd like that.
You have a good night. Talk to you tomorrow.
Bevboy
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