Actually I ought to have planned something this week. I intended to arrange for a ride to the stores Friday, but couldn't get my act together on Thursday to do that, then I wanted to go Saturday but couldn't get my act together to make arrangements on Friday. I really must make those arrangements today, and hope it will be possible to go shopping on Sunday. Sunday is to be a 100 degree day. Better than Monday or Tuesday, at 106, or Wednesday and Thursday at 107. Sometime next week it should drop back into the mere nineties, but I should be in my coma by then.
The mockingbird and cricket are singing again tonight. The air has cooled down to a balmy 75 or so. It's nice to sit in the semi-darkness of the back yard listening to them, but it would be nicer if I could see some stars. I don't suppose I'll ever again live in a place where that will be possible, unless of course the power goes out.
Crap, look at the time. I need to try to sleep.