Rush

Freed of clouds, the sky allows a bit of heat to escape. The night breeze is now almost cool, though dawn already nears. Venus rises just before the east begins to turn cerulean. Birds, eager to enjoy what mildness the earliest hours offer, chirp and flutter while most of the landscape is yet dark. I would delay this dawn another hour at least, but the earth is bound to roll over and dump us into the glare. At least each turn hurries July to an end. That can't be too soon for me.

( Sunday Verse )

Complaints

100+ degree days accompanied by splitting headaches may be my least favorite kind. That my jaw is now so sore that I can barely chew is just a bonus. Hungry.


When it gets so bad that all I can talk about is how crappy I feel, it's time to shut up.


Maybe there's something on television. Yeah, right.