Sumer is i-cumen in, lhude sing cucu etectra.
Taxes done.
Visited Michigan and also the farm "up north" ("Isn't this an empire? I mean compared to the livingroom?" my grandfather asked us).
Weather was stormy on the way back on Sunday. Nothing was open. It was more like 6 hours from Ann Arbor (as opposed to the more usual 4 1/2). Changed cat carrier paper in electrical rainstorm at a Cracker Barrel in Indiana.
Maybe I should photos of my sister ripping apart an old fainting couch to get at a musty old 1925 newspaper stuffed inside of it.
And of her dog, whose fur matches the feather of red chickens.
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