52/467: Split Shift

Monday I slept twice, four hours each time, eight hours between naps. An awfully regular irregularity. I also had my phone act up, going dead and refusing to recharge until I futzed with it for half an hour and it finally came back on. I wonder if the 106 degree high temperature we had had something to do with it? I can easily believe that electronic gadgets hate the heat as much as I do.

It's supposed to get slightly cooler starting Tuesday, and Friday the high is supposed to be a mere 87, with a low of 59. Delightful! The respite will be brief, though. It always is, this time of year. But I'm especially looking forward to that cool night. Last night remained hot so late that I fell asleep before getting the windows open and the fan on, so I woke up sweltering at 79 degrees at six in the morning. It's hot again tonight, and I hope to avoid a repeat. I think I can stay awake until two, and that should be enough.

52/468: Common

Sultry, napless Tuesday is almost gone, and I don't regret its passing. Once again I'll have to stay up late to open the windows after the outdoor temperature has gone down below what the air conditioner has provided indoors. That probably won't be until two o'clock, which is definitely past the bedtime I'd prefer. In fact I'd prefer right now, as I can barely keep my eyes open.

But the weather is saying screw you, buddy. I guess the weather is not aware that familiarity breeds contempt. And why would it? Mere anthropomorphization is unable to provide it with a brain. We should get along better than we do, since I no longer have one myself. So much in common.