The back yard is still free of them, though one large cricket still remains there, chirping away. I like to sit on the back porch and listen to him, while watching the waxing crescent moon settle among the pine trees. There's a decent breeze out there, too, which is very welcome on this sultry night. I noticed several moths, as well, fluttering about their lepidoptrian business. They don't seem to be bothered by the heat, but what do I know of moth desires? All I know is I could do without the torrid fate that awaits us this week.
Still no word on when I can go shopping again, or if I'll be able to visit the chiropractor this Tuesday. Everything is up in the hot, hot air.
