A cooler house means I slept better last night, and having slept better I'm less cranky than I usually am in July. Having that tasty apple pie on hand has also improved my disposition. My brain is working better, too, and I remembered to take the trash out to the wheelie bin, and am very likely to remember to take the wheelie bin itself out to the street for tomorrow's pickup.
The problem is that perfect weather leaves me with little to grouse about, and with little to grouse about I have little to say. I'm pretty sure I used to write about stuff that wasn't irritating, but the last few years have gotten me out of the habit, and now I don't seem to have much to say about non-irritating subjects. I suppose I could watch the news on television, but ti wouldn't be worth it just to have something to say. Better to remain trivial and be thought a bore than to watch TV news and remove all doubt.