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Woke feeling pensive, yet forward-looking, on the very heels of having taken an awkward swan dive into the past (brave and foolish heart).

A visit to the surgeon—lump removal scheduled for July 2. He thinks it’s a lymph node that got clogged when my root canal got infected. Yum. Also fairly confident that it’s not cancer of any sort, but will do pathology on the little bugger to be safe. I’ll have the 3rd and 4th off as well, so hopefully recovery will be quick and I can enjoy the festivities of Lila’s 4th birthday and the fireworks. Hmmm…fireworks on Vicodin.

The day dragged along so slowly at work, many breaks as people popped in to speculate on the timeliness of the facility’s demise. Now or later? Only the executives know for sure. I’m glad I don’t have to walk around with that knowledge making a home for itself in my belly.

Home such a relief after another huge thunderstorm with drenching rain. I picked slugs. Picked salad. Made a light dinner. Had some fun with the camera.

I spied Lila and our neighbor sharing the swing under the Great Oak.

Chris gave them both a good hour of thrills.

I enjoyed seeing the towering Queen Ann’s Lace, dwarfing the just-blooming Mallow, and played around with effects in photoshop. Oh, so much to learn.

After this shot, we trooped inside, all giggles and tickles, with plans for a bonfire and s’mores on the weekend. We watched the fireflies light up the yard and welcomed summer—so much easier to do when the earth isn’t so thirsty.

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