Reset Forty-Two, Day Twenty-Three

Saturday afternoon a fly managed to accompany me when I came in from the back yard. It pestered me for hours, and then turned up again Sunday afternoon. I've almost managed to get it to accompany me back outdoors a couple of times, but when I get the door open the fly makes a... I guess it's a flyline... back into the apartment. Apparently it doesn't like the heat out there any more than I do.

I wouldn't mind it being in here enjoying the cooled air if it would just mind its own damned business, but the miserable creature must think it's a cat. It constantly pesters me for attention, crawling on me, buzzing around my face and ears, perching on my computer screen... just being a dick in general. It annoyed me until about three o'clock this morning, but has finally gone off somewhere. Napping, I suppose. It better not be napping in any of my food.

Anyway. The heat wave continues, but it has gone on so long I don't think we can call it a wave anymore. A wave eventually passes. I'm starting to fear that this thing intends to stick around into September. Maybe even later. Maybe it's the new normal. If so, my new normal will be perpetually dazed. I mean perpetually more dazed than before.

I keep forgetting to pick some of those ripe grapes in my back yard. Today for sure.