My best friend can't talk to me today, she is too sick from her Chemo treatment.
My mother, who has ignored me all summer suddenly calls and thinks I might want to talk to her. Wrong.
Punkin Head is loading the rest of the stuff he can take, and he does not want to talk to anyone but the truck loading peeps and the Kings of the highway, let there be peace on the U-Haul.
There is a sliver of light and maybe we will have some summer late today and tomorrow.
I am making soup and praying that all is well, that is all I can do.
And yes, we now have locusts. The difference in the locusts here and in China, we have birds here to eat them.