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Monday I got groceries and a spider moved into my bathtub. I don't know what kind of spider it is because my eyesight has gotten so bad that I wouldn't even have noticed the thing was there if it hadn't chosen to build its web with a white background. Although it looks quite dark to me I doubt that it's a black widow, because of that visible position it chose for its web. Black widows tend to choose hard-to-see spots like behind the toilet or under the sink. I suppose there's a chance that it's a mutant black widow who simply has no fucks to give about who sees it, but odds of that are slim. Still, it's rather distressing that there's a good-sized spider setting up to use my bathtub as its combination trapping ground and dining a parlor, and I can't even tell what kind it is. I hate being so close to blind.
As for the groceries, most of them are put away (an exhausting task) and a couple of items have been devoured, and I'm set for somewhere between eleven and fourteen days before more must be fetched. But I still haven't made my trek to the bank, which must be done soon, which means in the heat. Monday was the first of three triple-digit high days in the immediate forecast, and the apartment only got down to 77 overnight. I expect tonight to be worse, and no real respite until Thursday night. After that we get a week or so of highs in the nineties and nocturnal lows in the mid sixties to high fifties, which is (a bit) less than utterly horrifying. I might not even mind surviving during this time. But after that, the solstice will come and the sultriest part of the year, and then I'll probably regret having survived. Them's the breaks, right?
I doubt I'll go back to sleep anytime soon, but I'm going to put the computer to sleep and lie down anyway, and probably read from paper for a while. The hot season lethargy has fully set in already, and who am I to deny it? Is it not written that life bites the biggest of weenies? Well, if it isn't, it should be. And it looks like I just wrote it. So there! And I've got the goddam hunger hiccups. Better eat something.
As for the groceries, most of them are put away (an exhausting task) and a couple of items have been devoured, and I'm set for somewhere between eleven and fourteen days before more must be fetched. But I still haven't made my trek to the bank, which must be done soon, which means in the heat. Monday was the first of three triple-digit high days in the immediate forecast, and the apartment only got down to 77 overnight. I expect tonight to be worse, and no real respite until Thursday night. After that we get a week or so of highs in the nineties and nocturnal lows in the mid sixties to high fifties, which is (a bit) less than utterly horrifying. I might not even mind surviving during this time. But after that, the solstice will come and the sultriest part of the year, and then I'll probably regret having survived. Them's the breaks, right?
I doubt I'll go back to sleep anytime soon, but I'm going to put the computer to sleep and lie down anyway, and probably read from paper for a while. The hot season lethargy has fully set in already, and who am I to deny it? Is it not written that life bites the biggest of weenies? Well, if it isn't, it should be. And it looks like I just wrote it. So there! And I've got the goddam hunger hiccups. Better eat something.
