A note that I did not send.

Things here are fine. It is a beautiful summer, though definitely on the wane. It is again the time of year that the leaves on the soybean plants turn in patterns with the wind and the milky way is spectacularly visible. The weather broke long enough for me to bake all day on Saturday but it is getting hot again. One of the feral cats was hit by a vehicle the other day. You know, I never wake up thinking that I'll be digging a grave. She was in the very middle of the road up by the barn (near the top of the hill) and I could have been hit by a speeding milk truck while prying her body off the pavement and trying not to look at the eyeball that had popped out of her skull.