The house managed to retain a bit of air conditioned coolth until it was time to open the windows and try to capture some less-than-utterly-torrid nocturnal air. It might drop below seventy before morning, and tomorrow is supposed to be slightly cooler than today was, so my misery ought to be somewhat diminished. I still don't dare use the oven, though. I might dare use the stovetop to make some ramen. I've still got some mushrooms to put in it, and I don't want to wait too long to use them up. Old mushrooms are regret-making.
My feral cats have seldom looked as bedraggled as they did this afternoon. The summer is wearing on them, I can tell. Even on nights when raccoons don't use up all the water in the cats' bowls I have to replace it in the morning, then again in the evening. These are thirsty kitties. I probably shouldn't have mentioned that, because now I'm thirsty again myself. I think I'll go get some more ice water to drink while I'm watching television.