Musings of two married sock knitters
One of my daughters was born in July. That was the year the temperatures started hitting 70 in March and didn't stop until September, they just got a lot warmer. Of course, the air conditioning in the building I worked in broke in June, and it took a few weeks to get it fixed. I felt sorry for the one guy on my team. I was very pregnant, the other two women on our team were going through menopause, and had their own weather, and his wife was pregnant. Poor guy never got a break. Light, flowing, loosely woven linen was not too obnoxious.
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