When I lived in Los Angeles, I sort of liked July, even though it was sometimes as hot as it is here, and usually smoggy, too. I liked it because there were always a couple of parties, and I could usually pick up a few extra bucks videotaping 4th of July events for a local cable TV channel, and I could always find time to go visit the breezy shores of Santa Monica a couple of times. It was a fairly decent way to spend a month. Here, my recreation is limited to those evening walks, my entertainment is whatever can be found on television or the Internet (when Sluggo is working,) and most days I feel as though I've been sunburned, even when I don't get out of the house. The heat here just </i>penetrates.</i> Since the forest is so highly flammable this time of year, we don't even get fireworks. July here bites. So do its mosquitoes.
Don't mind me, I'm just cranky. I got my nap, which I didn't want. Now, at four in the morning, the house has cooled enough that Sluggo was able to stay connected for all of twenty-seven minutes! Whoopie. After he cools for an hour or so, I can post this, in the gray morning. Then I can go to sleep and, most likely, go through another day just like the last one. A few more months of that, and things will get back to normal. Then I can start dreading the icy blast of winter. Yup.
Oh, by the way. Happy Freaking Independence Day.
Update: Well, at least when I went out a few minutes ago, the kitty from across the street came over to say hello to me. And she didn't even so much as cough up a hairball! That's something, anyway.