It truly did get quite hot today, and walking about in the afternoon sun was not pleasant. It's actually quite balmy still, though it's expected to cool down a bit later. I'm thinking I ought to pack up the electric blanket and put it away or the season. I have something lighter weight I can use. At least I have not yet had to turn on the air conditioner. It is way too early in the year for that extravagance.
There's no plan for tomorrow, again. There's really not much going on in my head these days either— or not much that I'm eager to pay attention to. Hubert Humphrey appeared in a dream fragment that I woke with the other day. I'm sure that's a bad sign. I wish I could get a dream about Hermione Gingold. She always made me smile.