mjj (flemmings) wrote,

Hot, for certain values of hot, but not unpleasant until mid-afternoon, when the sky is Byzantine-background golden from haze and cloud and westering sun. I think of this as an August phenomenon, but hell, September doesn't start around here until Labour Day, which is late this year.

Someone came back from vacation Monday and brought her kid to daycare; upon which I handed her all my shifts for the week. This doesn't mean I stay away, of course, but it does mean I can take it very easy when I'm there. Make the most of it: next week three workers vanish, oh woe tremble. I may even have to do (shudder) morning shifts.
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