August 15th, 2019

gericault_the raft of the medusa 2


Hiding out all day. Stepping into the back yard was like entering an oven. Even now it is 85 degrees out there, which is so ho that I can't enjoy sitting and listening to the crickets. I ate a bit of cheese for lunch, and didn't make any dinner. I just had the last slice of banana cream pie, with a bit of heavily iced Kahlua and milk. If I get hungry later I might fix a cup of instant noodles. The misery has been intense. Tomorrow is supposed to be only a few degrees cooler, but still have triple digit high. Unless I catch a ride I probably won't go anywhere until Saturday at the earliest.

I strongly disapprove of this summer.