Hot and hot and hot and hot and the sheets are on the line and the boys are coming over tonight.
I am definitely missing two chickens and for the life of me, I do not know which ones.
I feel inadequate to everything today and ashamed for the inadequacy.
When I did I lose my spark, my soul's delights, my ability to at least pretend I am human?
Ah well. At least I am still here. I can wash sheets, I can hang them on the line. I can still be a grandmother. I can run to town very quickly to get things I need. I can come home and I can sew. I can read and I will be able to garden again when this heat breaks.
I guess that's enough.