rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
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Time Flies When You're Having Heat Stroke

That little clock/calender thing down there in the corner of the screen just told me this is Monday. That means tomorrow is trash pickup day and I have to take the wheelie bins out tonight. It seems as though I took them out just a couple of days ago, but I guess it has been a whole week. That's another thing the heat did to me. Being miserable clouds my memory. Maybe that's a good thing. I know there was a lot of misery last week, but the details of it are already fading, so I don't have to dwell on them. But I do have to toss about four bottles that contained various juices I downed last week. Once they are in the recycling bin the physical evidence of the heat wave (aside from the brown and withered sourgrass) will be gone.

Right now I'm finishing off the last half of a cantaloupe so I can toss the rind with the rest of the garbage. I should have eaten it a couple of days ago so I could get it out of the refrigerator. I left it in there too long and it has flavored my butter. Decaying cantaloupe-flavored butter is not pleasant. I do hope that the unopened pound of butter hasn't been affected, or I'll be tasting the foul ghost of this melon for a couple of weeks.

While the heat has diminished, I overslept today and didn't get the windows closed and the fan turned off before the day got warm, and by the time I did those things the house was already up to 74 degrees. I still managed to get through the day without turning on the air conditioner, and now I've got the windows open again and the fan on and it should be fairly comfortable in here by midnight. It's supposed to get down into the low sixties tonight, and I'm hoping I'll need to use a blanket when I sleep. Blankets are such a luxury when summer finally declines that using one makes me feel positively rich.

But that's later. Right now I must get those wheelie bins out. Then I'm going to just sit outside for a while and luxuriate in the cool night air.
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