rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


The gibbous moon was about noon-high at nine o'clock this evening, as the details left the trees with day's decline, becoming complex silhouettes for a while before turning to clumps of undifferentiated darkness. It was still hot out. It's still rather hot even now. The nocturnal low has, sadly, been revised upward, so I don't expect to cool off much tonight. I want to save the air conditioner until tomorrow afternoon when I'll need to shower and get ready to go shopping.

The heat wave is no longer a heat wave. It's just unending heat. It quit waving some time ago. I fear it will never say goodbye, no matter how many hints we drop. Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out, July. Touching your ass would surely set that door alight.

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