With the heat being what it is, and my head still not free of the headache that started two days ago in Chicago, I swear even without a job, if one of the neighborhood kids came and asked for money to mow my grass, I would give it to 'em.
As it stands, I'm certainly not even thinking of trying before at least six-thirty. This sun's got to shove off before I go bake myself in it.
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