Sunday Reading

Good Sunday morning! I knew it was hot before I stepped out, because the air-conditioner came on a number of times last night. And my word, when I stepped out the door, I found it like a convection oven heating up, the air heavy enough to slice, and the ‘twit-twit’ bird appears to have given it up. There’s the drone of crickets and cicadas, they are meshed, and tired sounding. I know that so many of you are having the same thing. Dear sister-in-law up in St. Louis said yesterday that she had...