Dog days. Hurricane season. Lightning.

NOAA radar shows a fat cloud sitting just at the county line, less than a mile away. We can see the rain in the distance. It isn’t moving on the radar screen. Drizzle here, the kind where a cloud just kind of settles over us, but no downpour. It’s no cooler, just hot heavy air to breathe that wraps you like a blanket if you venture out. Cur and I stick our noses out the door and retreat.

Hurrying to upload my post before the cloud moves to obscure the satellite beam.

Drink up, water only. Wear cool layered clothing and a hat.

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