It is too hot. Way too hot. Too hot to think, too hot to write, too hot to read.
Too hot for this West-coaster, anyhow. This afternoon, in the shade, after watering the garden, it was still 88 degrees F. That's 30 °C, just about a record for this area. They promise us more of the same tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it.
'nuff grumbling.
Life is still full of pleasant surprises. Like this one:
And it's chocolate chip, too!
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I'm having to moderate all comments because Blogger seems to have a problem notifying me. Sorry about that. I will review them several times daily, though, until this issue is fixed.
Also, I have word verification on, because I found out that not only do I get spam without it, but it gets passed on to anyone commenting in that thread. Not cool!