I was going to go out and get a bottle of dish washing liquid, but dawdled too long and decided not to when it started getting dark. It didn't help that the getting dark was not accompanied by a getting cool, but just a getting slightly less hot. In act it's still over eighty outside, and it's almost half past eleven. The rest of this week and the early part of next week will be more of the same, with six days in a row topping one hundred, each of them followed by a night with a low in the seventies. This is going to be so not good for me.
Right now I'm thinking about eating something. It's too warm for Ramen, but maybe I could get away with a grilled cheese sandwich. Beer with it, of course. It needs to be something fairly soft, since the bad bicuspid I need to take to a dentist has been acting up, and I don't want to aggravate it. But first I want to check up on the outdoor temperature, and listen to the crickets for a while. It might be getting close to cool enough to sit outside for five or ten minutes without melting into a puddle of sweat. I wouldn't bet on it though.