An early taste of summer. The temperature reaches 85, a record for the day. I spend the day doing chores: my semi-annual window cleaning ritual, a tidying up of the garden shed interior, but no landscaping due to JoAnna's veto of the necessary expenditure to begin the project. I quickly get over my disappointment, realizing that there are plenty of weekends ahead for me for these activities. We cook out. Ribs and chicken. The grill fires up right away but I have some trouble controlling the heat. "Blackened" is not the descriptive term I had in mind for my efforts.
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