Not much happened today in any case. I bought milk and chocolate at Trader Joe's this evening, after spending most of the day hiding from the heat. I nodded off in the chair in the back yard as night fell. For a while there was a third cricket chirping, and it was very close. It might have been in the bushes just outside the back yard wall. It only chirped for about ten minutes, though, and I haven't heard it since.
The weather forecast shows a string of days in the nineties for the next two weeks, so it looks like I'll be spending a lot of time indoors. I still haven't gotten this month's utility bill, so I don't know how much all this air conditioning is costing me. I saved a bit this afternoon when I forgot to turn it on until after five o'clock, when the thermometer showed it was up to 84 in here. More evidence of my growing incompetence.
Given the heat, I'm not making any plans. Perhaps I'll be able to go to a bus-accessible store on Friday, which at a mere 92 degrees will be the coolest day in the forecast. I won't count on it, though. I might end up not going there until the next time I need to go to the bank, in August. Summer here is hell.
