The heat is making me grumpy, too, and there is a lot of heat. The thin wisps of cirrus cloud are persisting, and this evening the sky was brushed with pink by their feathery shapes. The humidity is higher than normal for the mountains, too, and suggests the possibility of thunderstorms, which would increase the likelihood of fire. After the uncommonly rainy spring, there is surely an abundance of kindling drying in the forest, and the hot air is filled with the sharp scent of those vapors exuded by volatile pine resins. The place feels more flammable than ever, this year. It would be so annoying if, just when I'd gotten Sluggo reconfigured, he were destroyed in a conflagration which (incidentally) consumed the entire town.
There was something else, but it's been cooked out of my brain. I'm going to go make myself wet in the shower, and pretend it's rain in Hawaii.