There, my symbolic post marker is in.
The heat is not too bad in L.A. tonight – but it’s been hot for too long, as well as deadly humidity. Angelenos of my generation are not used to humidity, and excess water in the air is as bad as acid rain. I presume in a generation or or two, people here will be born with transformative gills. Like folks in New Orleans.
I am dodging round all the edges of a migraine still. And the edges of heat exhaustion, too. There are limits to air conditioning, and it still refuses to work on the out of doors: so going near windows, I can feel the heat’s claws flexing and reaching for me.
This is like trying to navigate a coastline that is endless rocky fjords, in an inflatable sea horse float.
I am going to bed early tonight, Dear Readers – I have managed to totally reverse my diurnal rhythm, so that I stay up all night and sleep all day. This causes problems. High among them is that I can’t make any noise while I work, because everyone else is asleep … except the little black cat, who sneaks up invisibly in the dark and licks my feet. Also, my feathered roommate gets loud and cranky.
Bear with m in a bit more patience, Dear Readers. My brain is melting and leaking out my ears.
May I NOT see the next sunrise!
I hope it’s cooler by now!
Yep, Autumn has arrived and the weather is much nicer.