In the house the windows would all be open by now, cooling it off from the day's heat. The greater heat here is lingering, and although I've got the HVAC fan on this apartment has not yet gotten below 81 degrees, and still almost that hot outdoors. I thought about going out today, once it cooled off a bit, but it never did, so I stayed here. Fifty years ago a day like this would have seen me out wandering around Los Angeles, but I no longer have the energy for such things. And Chico lacks L.A.'s attractions, in any case. These days, and in this place, heat just makes me want to drink icy drinks and doze.
Since I didn't get to Safeway last week there are things I need that I must get tomorrow, but I can get them at the store that is more easily bus accessible, as long as I go at the right time of the afternoon. The right time of the afternoon for the convenient bus is, however, not the right time of the afternoon for being out and about in Chico's heat. Tomorrow will be about the same temperature today was. I do not relish the prospect of this chore— though at least I'm likely to have the bus almost to myself, since mad dogs are not allowed to ride the buses, and not even crazy Englishmen are crazy enough to be in Butte County this time of year.
It's dark out now. I'll bet the stars are shining on the ridge, and there's hardly anybody there to see them.