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The third day of terrible heat and humidity. It oppresses me. Come on Thor, release us from this hell! Looking out the window, the blue sky and green trees are trying to lure me into sweat death.

I walked Kendrick this morning, listening to Sandman. It's wonderful how my pandemic practices help and sustain me. Stuff that's good for you is just good for you, no matter the turmoil. Suffering terribly from bug bites and anxiety about where they came from. This on top of the plague, the housing mess and the heat.

We've booked a weekend at the Sandcastle after Honey leaves. It will be good to get away and have a normal summer, though we need a place to come back to. Some movement on the reconstruction front, but still waiting for phone calls and help. Violet is sad that camp is ending, but she'll get her sister back and then be in school. Too much time and not enough.

Driving into Bline this morning. I'm out of coffee!

The red of barns
green of corn,
threaded with tarry gray road,
home calls: remember?