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rejectomorph) wrote2026-06-04 06:50 am
rejectomorph) wrote2026-06-04 06:50 am
52/455-456: Steamy
The heat has taken me to annual hell, and I have come very close to total non-functionality. Uneaten foods clogging the refrigerator will prevent me from buying as much stuff as usual when I shop this week (tomorrow, in fact— how time flies when the air threatens to spontaneously burst into flame!)
Anyway, two days have sort of passed while I've been sentiently comatose, which is the state of having your brain turned off while feeling every scrap of misery to which the world is subjecting your flesh. I sleep fitfully and wake with as much discomfort as I've ever experienced. So far I haven't turned on the air conditioner, partly because I want to avoid the expense, and partly because my brain just isn't focused enough to do it. I think today might be the day it finally gets its act together long enough to prevent my death by heat stroke.
The middle of next week is to bring brief near-respite, being two days with highs in the seventies, and one of which has a possibility of morning showers. This is not the goodish news it might seem. Rain on warm days this time of year too often is accompanied by electrical activity, and that could mean wildfires get started.
And then four days after the showers will be the first day in the forecast with a high of 100. The dreaded triple-digits are here! And it will be followed by a nocturnal low of 68, which doesn't qualify as actually low at all.
This when I start thinking of San Francisco, with its lovely, cool summer fogs. I try not to recall its exorbitant year-round prices. Or how much I hate traveling. Oh well, maybe Safeway will finally have my donuts in stock again. Something I can eat without even turning on the microwave.
Anyway, two days have sort of passed while I've been sentiently comatose, which is the state of having your brain turned off while feeling every scrap of misery to which the world is subjecting your flesh. I sleep fitfully and wake with as much discomfort as I've ever experienced. So far I haven't turned on the air conditioner, partly because I want to avoid the expense, and partly because my brain just isn't focused enough to do it. I think today might be the day it finally gets its act together long enough to prevent my death by heat stroke.
The middle of next week is to bring brief near-respite, being two days with highs in the seventies, and one of which has a possibility of morning showers. This is not the goodish news it might seem. Rain on warm days this time of year too often is accompanied by electrical activity, and that could mean wildfires get started.
And then four days after the showers will be the first day in the forecast with a high of 100. The dreaded triple-digits are here! And it will be followed by a nocturnal low of 68, which doesn't qualify as actually low at all.
This when I start thinking of San Francisco, with its lovely, cool summer fogs. I try not to recall its exorbitant year-round prices. Or how much I hate traveling. Oh well, maybe Safeway will finally have my donuts in stock again. Something I can eat without even turning on the microwave.