It should be evident that a blog post should never end with "despair;" readers will think they've stumbled into The Road. Sorry about that, and bygones.
The Duck is still at Fletcher's, which is okay, although a little AC wouldn't be hurting my sense of well-being. I walked to the post office this morning, then hid in the dollar store for a while. By the time I got home, I was drenched with sweat. I hope it was mine.
Fletch is working on Annie's novel solution to our toilet vent. The fans are in. Carat asks politely if she could go home, where she enjoys darting.