Lucy here, I am hot. No sleeping position works, even under the fan.
Oliver and I snuck out today when the painter came to finish up and hang our new shutters.
I thought it was unusually hot under the porch.
I tried tolling around in the moss and the dirt. I found little relief.
I was actually relieved when I let her catch me and and take me inside.
The sky is smoky and hazy.
It makes the moon look yellowed.
It makes the moon look yellowed.
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