Weather, Or Not

I do believe this room is hotter now than it was ten hours ago. There must be a portal to hell opening under the house. I knew I should have kept a closer eye on Sluggo!

The clouds that conserve the heat are lovely to look at, though. By night, when they float in the west they catch the lights of Chico and spread a soft, romantic glow. When they pass overhead the light is much less, but the variegation of luminance and shade slowly playing across their surface is fascinating to watch. It's a good thin I enjoy the spectacle they provide, since I certainly can't use the computer while they are trapping all this heat, and there's nothing else to do here on a Sunday night.

I have overslept for the past two days. I will make an attempt to rise earlier today. Things to do piling up, as my brain slowly bakes.

An insect of some sort just crawled across the lens of my glasses. I had just been dealing with some liquid in the kitchen, so I thought I had splashed some of it on them, and when I took the glasses off to wipe them, the bug flew away with a hum of its pale, translucent wings. Every time this sort of thing happens, it makes me wish that I had some sort of macro adjustment on my eyes. It would be so cool to be able to focus on something that close, without using a microscope.

Insects. Yes. It's almost the time of year for the click bugs to start showing up. I like to poke at them and make them jump. Click, click, click. I don't think of this as cruelty to animals. I'm merely making sure that they get lots of exercise. It's like I'm their coach, training them for the bug Olympics. My bugs will win the gold!

Today brought some nice clouds, but they failed to array themselves in the best position to make the sunset anything other than commonplace. They have withdrawn to the higher ridges, leaving the local sky sufficiently clear that the day's heat might actually dissipate for a change. A cooler night would be most welcome.

My recent heat-induced muddle-headedness has been disadvantageous for the sourgrass. I have forgotten to water it, and it is rapidly drying, it's stalks turning brown and its blossoms withering. The hymenoptera that feed on its nectar will be aggrieved. I hope they don't realize who is at fault.

Two flaws have inexplicably appeared. One is a small hole in the plasterboard in the living room, about an inch above the floor. It looks as though it might have been made by a kick with a vary pointy shoe. Is an angry leprechaun at large in the house? The other flaw is a small cut in my right index finger, very near the knuckle. I have no idea how it got there, but it stings every time I bend the finger. Good thing there's nobody around I want to flip off.

Shower, watermelon, and the new issue of The National Geographic while Sluggo naps.