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It’s Saturday. Chaucer is sitting on the back of the leather chair, sniffing interesting things on the breeze blowing through the front yard. I’m comfortable right now, but I think the heat will get worse as the day goes on. Things aren’t quite sunny yet. We had uneventful Fridays. I shmoozed on Twitter in the…

It’s a holiday weekend and I don’t feel like it applies to me but I’ll take the fireworks and parties nonetheless.

Small town Rascal gangs running the streets and salads of questionable origin