And the one that got beat down was me. Six hours on a west-facing front porch Saturday, three hours Sunday, at temperatures ranging from 88° to 106°, dressed in full 19th-century artisan costume including Derby hat. The only reason I survived at all was a 20-mile wind that blew all day long, both days. Nor did it help that I was stuck as house captain on a house that was completely uninteresting architecturally, and I had to try to sound happy and engaged about that.
M is gone to Girl Scout riding camp this week, so L and I have the house to ourselves.
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