When I was a kid, the cicadas which make the scratching noise in the morning once the day starts to warm after the Summer Solistice were called July flies. They started this week.
We've had a hot week. I didn't look or listen to the weather all week and so missed the opportunity to freak out the day it was over 100F.
Spent the day watching the football at Busboys and Poets. Had my first beer of the year--a Guiness, of course--watching the US vs Ghana. The only thing that alleviates the heartache of the loss is the feeling the football has finally arrived. The games are being shown in large screens in the outdoor sections of malls. People poured out of bars and restaurants after the game. Although the commentators are male, women watching the game outnumbered men both this and last Saturday at the restaurant by 6 to one. Thank you Title 9!
I finished my second Ishbel. It just needs to be blocked.
On to tomorrow and the hope for an England win.
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