Much, much, much too hot. Too humid – 70% humidity at 11 PM, and not a storm in sight in the LA Basin? Render me down for my water, the desert is winning.
Chocolate cream pie and cold cucumbers for dinner. Iced coffee. Iced water. Hell, iced pickle juice; whatever fights off the heat malaise. Why do all my linen and cotton clothes suddenly weigh a ton? Why do the cats want to sit on my neck and radiate microwaves into my melting brain?
It’s been too many days at too high a temperature. No blog tonight – I need to take some evolutionary time and develop ways to deal with this. The weather has reduced me to an amoeba. Back as soon as I figure out how to produce pseudopods to type with …