The cicadas are out. It is not a 17 year hatch but there are enough loud ones in the trees to about deafen you as you walk under them in the evening. As a kid in Illinois I used to pick the exoskeletons off of tree trunks and stick them on my clothes as ornaments. Mom did not like that at all as she was bug-phobic. I picked a few off the tree trunks here and grossed all out.
This morning we went to Weight Watchers, Val, Jasmine and me. Then to Jasmine's soccer game.
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