Heated Complaints

The filmy clouds have returned tonight, and the moon floats in a milky vapor. Moths cling to the kitchen window, earwigs scuttle over the countertop, and a daddy longlegs has taken up residence in a lampshade. Strange light and small beasts, but no meteors enlivening the sky. There is the soft humming of the breeze outdoors, and the louder, hypnotic hum of the window fans indoors. Sluggo will not remain conscious long enough for me to access my online e-mail inboxes. They must be filling with much spam. Oh, the subject lines I must be missing. Things like "Scooby Snack 39 Starlets" and "American Eyeball" and "Churchgoing Dent." This heat deprives me of such riches! Nevertheless, I found time to do a quiz:

( My LJ Stalker )

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It is fairly certain that I will be doing nothing until Monday at the earliest. I have exclusive custody of the aging P's until then, and they will keep me busy. Everyone else is out of town (and in cooler places, at that!.) I might grow sufficiently desperate to turn on the air conditioner this afternoon, which means that I would be forced to procreate in order to have a first-born child to render unto the Pacific Gas and Electric Company in payment. How inconvenient.

Late

All evening I kept smelling wood smoke. I heard no sirens and no general conflagration developed, so I guess it was somebody using actual wood instead of briquettes for a barbecue. But it was an unpleasant reminder of the local potential for disaster.

This day has been the most unkind yet to Sluggo. He sulked in his corner, unwilling to function for more than a few minutes. The CD player and the television have been forced into service as compensation. Because of the upcoming anniversary, the Hitlery History Channel is full of D-Day programs. There is very little film available from the actual events, so every show begins to look very much the same after a while. It begins to remind me of the chase scene in Bullit, when the cars in the chase pass the same green Volkswagen bug four or five times on the same street -- as though the bug was time travelling to get ahead of them. Deja vu.

I am seeing more spiders this year than I remember seeing anytime before. Every time I go out the door, there's a good chance I'll brush into a fresh web. Scampering arachnids everywhere! More oddness for an odd year.

Sluggo goes back to sleep now, before he throws a hissy fit. I go out to watch the moon rise.