By the 4th time you have Covid, nobody checks on you.
By the 4th of July I'll be well and able to host Pie in July. I'll make a couple pies, people will bring pies, people will eat pies. We'll watch a certain person who does really bizarre things, like bringing half of a 5" tart and then eating half of that herself. We'll get varying sugar highs, then people will go to the town fireworks display, and I'll clean up and go to bed.
By the 4th week of every month I'm ready for the next month, June has been a busy, tiring month and I'm glad to see the end of it. It's always great to see my OK cousins, to hang with friends, to get projects done. It's even good to see my doctor and everyone in the office. But it's exhausting and I always end up sick.
By the 4th time I re-injure my hand the pain doesn't impress me anymore.
By the 4th day of less than 6 hours' sleep I have little good to say. So I'll just say,
from the very green Green Mountain State.
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