a yankee notebook

Last night was a hot one, after a hot day, and today has dawned with a promise of more. Kiki and I enjoy the breeze of the ceiling fan, she in her chair and I in mine. Out the office window I see blue skies and a few scattered cumuli. But she has far keener ears than mine, and every so often they snap to attention and turn toward the window. Something’s afoot southwest of here.

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