The high was only 103° or 104°. Almost thought about the possibility of maybe not turning on my pick-up’s air-conditioning. It was a brief and quickly aborted idea.
It was a good and bad day.
Mike and Édit stopped by for lunch. It was great to see them again: almost like we were still neighbors. (Okay, we were never neighbors, but we lived in the same county.)
And Marcelle passed. I will always remember her laughter.
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