I'm biting my lip. I know you don't want me to say it. You'll blame me when it changes and there's rain for 40 days and nights (again). But I can't stop myself. It's too hot for me. There, I said it. Yes, I know that I complained about the long, drawn-out, chilly spring and kept saying "When, oh when will I finally be able to put my winter jumpers away?". I should know better than to wish for things. I simply don't like it this hot but, as the youth say, it is what it is. So

"Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving." Terry Pratchett Or, as Joni Mitchell put it, you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone. Tomorrow will be a good opportunity to test this theory, as I will be away on Thursday evening, playing tennis with friends. (Although I will be sta

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