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52/465-466: Immodest Heat
Jun. 14th, 2026 01:44 amOnly just now have I been able to open the windows and turn on the fan, as it has taken this long for enough of the day's heat to leave the night air that it is cooler outside than in my air conditioned apartment. That's 79 degrees, to be exact. I won't spend enough to make it cooler in here.
Saturday I got up way too early in the morning, then had to take an afternoon nap which didn't end until almost seven o'clock. Then I fried a potato and an onion for dinner, later augmenting them with a sandwich. On the whole I didn't suffer too much from the heat, though I certainly didn't enjoy it. Monday is to be the peak of this heat wave, so if I make it through that my nephew probably wont have to arrange a funeral for me just yet. He'll be glad. Funerals are a hassle.
I keep forgetting to mention that the bird who was singing in my driveway every night for the last several weeks has vanished. It's strange not to hear him when I open the window at night. He was a mockingbird, and they only sing at night when they are looking for a mate, so I'm hoping that's what happened and they are off somewhere doing avian porn in a tree. However, we do have some feral cats around, and I can't help but fear the bird might have become a midnight snack for some agile feline. I like cats, but that bird sounded so happy, and I really miss his song. I'll just hope that next year his offspring will be out there singing.
( Sunday Verse )
Saturday I got up way too early in the morning, then had to take an afternoon nap which didn't end until almost seven o'clock. Then I fried a potato and an onion for dinner, later augmenting them with a sandwich. On the whole I didn't suffer too much from the heat, though I certainly didn't enjoy it. Monday is to be the peak of this heat wave, so if I make it through that my nephew probably wont have to arrange a funeral for me just yet. He'll be glad. Funerals are a hassle.
I keep forgetting to mention that the bird who was singing in my driveway every night for the last several weeks has vanished. It's strange not to hear him when I open the window at night. He was a mockingbird, and they only sing at night when they are looking for a mate, so I'm hoping that's what happened and they are off somewhere doing avian porn in a tree. However, we do have some feral cats around, and I can't help but fear the bird might have become a midnight snack for some agile feline. I like cats, but that bird sounded so happy, and I really miss his song. I'll just hope that next year his offspring will be out there singing.
( Sunday Verse )
