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rejectomorph) wrote2026-06-02 07:49 pm
rejectomorph) wrote2026-06-02 07:49 pm
52/453-454: Swelter
The heat is back with Drumph-scale vengeance, and I've spent the last couple of days cocooned indoors with windows and blinds closed until well after sunset. I'm still miserable, of course, but at least I don't have to squint, except for that brief time when I must go out to check the mailbox. I try to leave that until dusk, to minimize my exposure to light.
Right now, my computer is giving me the weather in Sacramento, where it thinks I am, and where it is 69 degrees and clear. My telephone, which knows I am in the mini-metropolis, truthfully informs me that it is still 82 degrees, which is getting close to the indoor temperature, which is currently 80. I should be able to open the windows and turn on the fan in about an hour. I hope I can stay awake until then. If I fall asleep, which the heat is seducing me to do, I won't get the job done, and I'll end up sleeping in a sea of my own sweat until after midnight. I hate summer.
One pleasant thing happened. A web site suggested I listen to music by a guy named Tigran Hamasyan, so I did, and it turns out he writes piano stuff like he's channeling the ghost of Eric Satie but with occasional side trips to middle eastern jazz. I actually like the stuff, and I'm exploring more of his pieces. Here is my favorite so far, one called Lilac:
Right now, my computer is giving me the weather in Sacramento, where it thinks I am, and where it is 69 degrees and clear. My telephone, which knows I am in the mini-metropolis, truthfully informs me that it is still 82 degrees, which is getting close to the indoor temperature, which is currently 80. I should be able to open the windows and turn on the fan in about an hour. I hope I can stay awake until then. If I fall asleep, which the heat is seducing me to do, I won't get the job done, and I'll end up sleeping in a sea of my own sweat until after midnight. I hate summer.
One pleasant thing happened. A web site suggested I listen to music by a guy named Tigran Hamasyan, so I did, and it turns out he writes piano stuff like he's channeling the ghost of Eric Satie but with occasional side trips to middle eastern jazz. I actually like the stuff, and I'm exploring more of his pieces. Here is my favorite so far, one called Lilac: