A couple friends stopped by to check in on Lucy after her surgery. The excision of the nasty cyst on her back had gone very well, and she groggily accepted their concern and promptly fell asleep. The four of us sat around chatting, which seemed an odd thing to do on a Wednesday afternoon, but hello summer, and hello retirement; I guess I could get used to such things.
Of course, our conversation turned to the weather, what with this punishing, interminable heatwave. I wished aloud that the possible thunderstorms that were predicted would bucket down, and sooner rather than later. Someone else mentioned the rain that *could* fall on Friday and perhaps cool us down a bit. "Then it might be, what? In the 80s?" she sighed and rolled her eyes.. "And we'll probably feel like it's fall or something."
I didn't even tell her what I had noticed yesterday when I stopped into one of those bargain clothes and home goods places.
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