52/184-185: Swelter

Another day and night dribbled away. I endure great displeasure with the heat, and great discomfort from my general state of decay. It seems likely that my brain is short of oxygen. It certainly fails to think clearly. I keep forgetting to eat any of the fruit I bought Saturday, and worry that it might go bad before get around to it. There are plans for nectarines and cream, bananas for smoothies, as well as fresh cantaloupe, and cherries for idle snacking. But I need to remember to actually consume them.

The next couple of weeks are shaping up to be semi-hellish, with a couple of triple-digit highs and too many nights that remain on the warmish side. I'll be able to open the windows and use the fan to cool the place, but not until very late. Still, not as bad as last year, so maybe I should be grateful for small favors. I'm more grateful for sleep, though, which removes my consciousness at least from the oven-like torments of a central valley summer. I'm going to let it do that now.