Also, the cat threw up a mushy hairball on the kitchen counter as I slept, and I had to clean it up before breakfast. I'm hating Monday.
On yesterday's shopping excursion I bought more cherries. They come from the radioactive inland region of Washington state. I'm a bit disappointed that they don't glow in the dark. What's the point of having a huge nuclear waste dump in your neighborhood if it doesn't even make your local fruit glow? I suppose I'll have to settle for stomach cancer twenty years hence, and bite some wintergreen lifesavers in the dark for luminous entertainment.
I've thought about tossing a few cherries into the back yard for the birds to peck at. I'm sure they miss the cherry tree as much as I do, and they're probably getting tired of the cat food they steal. The cat food is way cheaper than the cherries, though, so maybe the birds won't be getting any fresh fruit until the peaches ripen.
Yesterday evening I finally had to turn on the air conditioning, because I was on the verge of heat prostration. It was only on for a couple of hours, so the hit on the utility bill won't be too bad. Mere double digit temperatures through the coming week should make any additional use of the infernal anti-infernal machine unnecessary during that time, but I won't be baking anything in the oven. No baked macaroni and cheese for me. I'll soon be sick of sandwiches and salads. And unintentional alliteration.
The air is full of drifting seeds and spider silk this afternoon. That's intentional alliteration. I could have added that I've been sneezing, which I have been, but that would have taken it too far.