Hi Guys!
How’s it going? Boy, it sure is hot down here. That’s why I haven’t been writing. Heat stroke…
You guys know from my other posts that I’m a regular southerner now – like I even answer my Moms “Ma’am” when she calls me. But, I still haven’t gotten used to these Southern summers. Moms and I are down in Durham and it has gotten as hot as like 110 F. Really! Moms cranks up the air conditioning, but it never gets really cold inside our house.
I try to stay hydrated. My moms is always filling up my water glass – yeah, that’s right; my Moms gives me a regular glass (actually it’s crystal – from TJMAX) to drink my water out of because I don’t like those dumb cat bowls.
Since I moved to Durham I haven’t been able to get my sleeping right. I keep my Moms up all night running and racing around the house. I know you are thinking, “Hey, King. Now that’s not right. Your Moms needs her sleep.” I read your snarky comments about how I need to try to help out my Moms more and all…
But, really, guys. I miss Nash County. I miss the homestead and the farm. The space. The fresh air. Even all the wild animales. So, I can’t sleep at night.
This year we’re growin’ tobacco on the homestead. My Moms and I visit the farm during some 
week days. I’m attaching a picture of our crops so you can see how they’re doin’.
On the 4th of July migrant workers came and picked the blooms off the tobacco. My Moms and I couldn’t believe they didn’t get the day off.
Well, guys, stay cool!
I promise to write again soon!
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