Reset Forty-Nine, Day Four Hundred

Somehow I got through Saturday without bursting into flames, melting, or desiccating into a husk. I'd been pretty sure several times that one or another of those things would happen, but none ever did. I did get very muddled and confused at times, especially when waking from one of my numerous naps, but that's pretty normal these days, and so far not fatal. Dinner was a sandwich, and my current late night snack is a cup of cold oat milk. It's pretty good, though I'd prefer amazake, if I could find it, and could afford it. I used to get it at a health food store up on the mountain, but I don't get to health food stores down here. Too expensive now anyway.

Where was I...? Oh, right here I guess. I just nodded off a bit and forgot. I have a strong urge to forget now, because the long range weather forecast keeps getting worse. That string of days with triple digit highs that begins Monday is now two full weeks long. Worse yet, four of those days— Wednesday through Saturday— are going to be over 110 degrees, with the worst of them, Friday, predicted to be 114. That's only three degrees off the all-time record high in the mini-metropolis. And the nocturnal lows? In the seventies, a few as high as 76. Not cooling-off-by-night weather. At all. And I would not be surprised if even worse lies ahead. It's definitely going to be oh, shit! weather this summer.

( Sunday Verse )