Right now I'm doing triage on my grocery list for tomorrow— assuming I'll even be able to get out tomorrow. I'll have to go within a few days as I'm running low on cat food, and even though the feral cats probably won't have their normal appetites in this heat, I don't want them to go even a little bit hungry. Plus if I let Portia go hungry she'll probably decide to devour me, and a kitty's belly is probably even hotter than this room.
Oh, and the heat has turned most of the gardenias brown. I'm sorry to lose them. Their fragrance was one of the few enjoyable things about these sultry nights.
But time to turn off the computer. Its electric innards are surely adding to the heat.