The perfect porch sitting involves her taking the table before she takes to the concrete to catch the monster dropping beetles and I have within my grand powers of food prepping done my duties for the week. I even shined up the fridge but don't have the energy to take a picture.
Tonight our music is a strong and steady stream of at least a zillion crickets and her little paws as she jumps after the beetles.
Today I am grateful for bright lights on a beautiful night.
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