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Last night's fried mullet was the best I ever made. It was perfect in all regards. I can now tell you that mullet freshly frozen is super fine. I let it soak in milk a little bit and then coated it with corn meal, flour, salt and pepper. I fried it in some oil and that was that. I don't usually fry things but when I do, it's generally a type of fish. Bream or mullet. I felt very North Florida as we ate our fish, our squash, our green beans, our sliced tomatoes. It was a meal that Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings would have recognized.

So it's Friday and now it's raining which is delicious. Thunder is rumbling and it smells so clean and fresh outside and I'm just glad of it. It's been as hot and humid all day as it was yesterday. And the day before...
But the rain finally allows the humidity to become something cooling rather than torturous.
My walk this morning felt like a direct challenge from a god who was not happy with me. I have to absolutely get into my own head and just listen to my book to survive these walks now. I was so deep into it today that when I passed Jacob's house I didn't even see him sitting there under his shade tree until he called out to me.
"You still moving!" he said.
"I'm still moving," I answered. I'm sure I looked like I was about to die. I sure felt like it.

The rest of the day has been leisurely for me. Laundry, some bean and tomato picking. I picked our first cucumber of the year. It's a nice one. I even took a nap.
I got some texts from Lily and Jessie with pictures of the kidlings.

It was pointed out to me that I haven't seen them in person in a week. Over a week for Lily's kids. I was thinking that was last weekend that we all got together for our not-very properly socially distant visit. I did see Jessie and the boys last Friday. I can't keep track of time. Who can? 

Maggie gave us a scare this week when she started running a fever the other night. 

102. 

Hoo-boy.

Lily called the pediatrician and they did a televisit check-up which is pretty worthless and told her that she could get Maggie tested for the virus if she wanted. Lily took her to the local testing site and did just that. But she's been fine ever since, fever-free and happy. 

Look at that sweet, juicy little slice of watermelon! She called me this afternoon just to chat for a moment. 

May texted the group this afternoon announcing that she'd just finished her first whole week of of her new job. We all knew she'd gotten a job but we had no idea she'd started it. She interviewed at the Coop a few weeks ago for a position and got it which means she gets to work with BILLY! 

Which is about the best thing ever. 

She says she likes it. It's very physical, but that doesn't bother her. She's a strong woman. The job pays decently and in a little while she'll have benefits and qualify for paid leave. 

Hurray!

She says that she's so happy she's not a manager and I said, "Well, that won't last long."

And it won't. 

So all of my little chickadees seem to be okay. Hank is doing well. Mr. Moon's still working his ass off getting the duplex ready for him and Rachel to move in. It's like he's building them a house, I swear. Today he went in to the office to get some paperwork done. 

And I guess that's about it. I'm living my little life. I've barely looked at the news today although from what I have seen, new Covid cases in Florida are increasing like crazy and John Bolton's book is about to come out. Florida is supposed to open schools up again next fall and Bolton is too little too late if you ask me. My Trump-loving neighbors have replaced their four-year old Trump/Pence sign with a new one. I will be getting a Biden sign and I don't care if his running mate is a Lhasa Apso. 

Martini time. Making supper time. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon