I think I've got the whole place to myself right now. There is only one car in the parking lot, and it belongs to someone who also has a truck that isn't here, so I think everybody has gone off for the long weekend. Cars are rather sparse in the parking lot of the big apartment house next door, too. I can't blame anybody for wanting to get the hell out of Butte County right now. It is a sultry, smokey, pestilential hellhole these days. The predicted high in the hellhole today is 109. But we're supposed to get a break. Tuesday will only be 95, and Tuesday night will go down to 64. Yay. Open windows in about 14 hours!
For now i'm doing a morning cooling with the air conditioner. If I get the place down to 72 it will take a couple of hours to warm up the where the machine has to come back on, and by then my laundry should be done (nobody's here so it's a perfect time to get the laundry room to myself) and I'll probably be exhausted and can take a daytime nap. If I nap long enough I won't have to think about fixing any lunch, but just go straight to dinner. When the going gets weird, the weird get going. I just made that up.
The birds don't seem to mind being out this early, but so far I've only heard jays, a mourning dove, and some chirpy little thing I can't identify. I wonder what has become of my mockingbird?
