52/154: Respite's End

So I noticed I didn't actually write anything about most of Friday, so I should note that it turned out to be comparatively cool and pleasant for a central valley July, and thus a good day to mourn the death of the American empire, the first in history to die in a clown car crash. Now that it has been consigned to the dustbin of history, I suppose the impending demise of it's parent will be a bit anticlimactic, but the fact that its death warrant was signed on that famous anniversary is interesting nonetheless. Reminded me of that old curse which may or may not be apocryphal, may you die in interesting times. Looks like I'll get to do that.

But Friday evening I didn't need the air conditioner, as the outdoors got cool enough by nine o'clock to allow the fan to be turned on and the windows opened, an event which was repeated this evening. Summers here would be less hellish if we could get a couple of days like this every couple of weeks. I doubt we will though, at least not this year. I was sufficiently energized by Friday's coolth to fix an actual meal, though I haven't done so tonight. I'm thinking I might open a tuna packet and have some crackers. I'd like to get to sleep fairly soon, even though I got up fairly late today. The heat is returning tomorrow, and starting Wednesday there will be a string of ten triple-digit days with nocturnal lows in the seventies. In short, sheer hell. I hope to enjoy this last night of good sleep, as I might not get another until autumn. And maybe not even then. It's the fire this time, you know.