July 24th, 2018

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Out of the Frying Pan

Not only am I falling behind in all my household tasks because of the heat, but by the time evening comes I'm too exhausted to cook anything, or even just heat something in the microwave. Last night I ate a couple of slices of toast with cream cheese for dinner, and that wasn't until nearly midnight. But then I'm drinking enough to float one of those big things... what do you call them? Oh, battleships. Or is it bottle ships?

My brain having been dismantled, language isn't what it used to be. I'm just waiting around for the crickets to start chirping. They make more sense than I do. Last night I had to turn the air conditioner on in order to get to sleep at all. I might have to do that again tonight. And tomorrow night. And the next night. Unbelievable, but there is a heat wave on the way here. Yeah, the 94 today and expected 76 tonight isn't bad enough. It has to get hotter or we won't all die, and if we don't all die it will just keep getting hotter.

I'm itchy. Probably heat rash. Could somebody please come and kill me now? The damned heat is taking too long.