Monday I got the new utility bill and found that I'd spent even more than I'd expected on electricity to keep the house only slightly cool over the last month. Not long before that I also got the letter telling me what this year's fire insurance will cost, and it's gone up another $200 plus. That will be the drought's doing. The drier the region gets, the more likely it is to burn. At this rate I could end up homeless even if the house doesn't get consumed in a forest fire.
But the crickets don't sound worried. They are chirping away happily, filling the sultry night with their song. Crickets don't get bills, and they don't get news. They do get eaten, though, so it would probably be tempting fate to envy them. I'm too big to be eaten by the things that eat crickets, but the mountain lions and bears are probably running low on water and might come into town to find some, and then decide to settle for some fresh meat— namely me. So I'm just going to listen to the crickets instead of wishing I could be one. I'll save that wish for when the lion sinks its fangs into my neck.
The decaffeinated tea must be working. I got a two-hour nap this afternoon. It probably saved me a dollar or two, as I didn't get the air conditioner turned on until after I woke up, which was after six o'clock. Then I did some laundry, which included washing the window sheers from the kitchen. Then I discovered that I have no idea how to tie the tie-back things they need. They now hang all wrong and look sloppy as hell, but at least they are clean. My sister might know how to tie the tie back things. I'll ask her next time she's over. Portia will probably have untied my sloppy tie job by then.
There might be a couple of days of relief from the heat coming up later this week, but after that it's supposed to get even hotter than it was today. Not looking forward to that.