There was an ear of corn in the refrigerator vegetable bin, from about five weeks ago, but I cut the moldy tip off and cooked it in lieu of dinner. It wasn't as good as it would have been had I remembered to eat it sooner. I call stuff like this Alzheimer's food. If I don't see something, I forget it's there and it goes bad before I can eat it. Corn is one of the things I'll eat anyway, unless it gets seriously decayed. This ear was a few days from that. I should try to remember to think about the unseen contents of the vegetable bin regularly. But I probably won't.
Today is predicted to reach 100 degrees, as is tomorrow, but next week there will be two days in a row that will only reach 87. That should be nice, if the smoke stays away. The terrible heat ends sooner when it gets less terrible, too, so I expect the late evenings to be merely balmy. It will be a nice time to sit in the back yard with a cool drink and listen to the cars speeding along the freeway. Life seems so luxurious, a few hours out of a few days out of the year.