It was past 23:00 before I even thought to head out.

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Even then, the temps, both in and out, were in the higher 70's.  Here, at 1:00, it's still 77.x inside, 71.x outside.  I thought the kefir grains were supposed to be in, but since they weren't, decided to skip groceries.  I must have missed that they were arriving in the mail.  I didn't pick up mail until on my way back in town, and wouldn't have checked the stuff anyway until I got home.  I may make another trip to town.  Yeah, a waste of gas, but... it's nice to be out, and cooler out than in on top of it.

The only fast food joint that was open was the one I hate to go to.  It was that or nothing, so I dropped in.  Nothing fancy, stocked with the reason I have stopped visiting.  Now not only does it have CNN going non-stop, it's got that weird headshop vibe.  I keep wondering if I will order something and somehow end up with someone's stash.  You'd think turning it in would be the thing to do.  But at this point I can be sure who to trust.  *flush*  Too many of the fast food joints have that feel.  Part of what I avoid, if not all of it.

I am hoping it cools a bit more.  If so, I may go out and mess with the shelter structure, and perhaps set up the mini-drill press to work on the shelf arms.  I don't miss bluray, mostly.  But I do miss gaming a bit from time to time.  I mostly just play old games.  I have a few I haven't opened.  Half are games that might be fun, half are games I bought in sets where I ended up thinking the first game sucked, so won't be giving the others a chance.  If you didn't like the first one, especially if it's for several gaming and control reasons, often the rest are enough like it that it never works.  Still, I paid less for some whole sets than for any even year old game.  Take your chances.

I have been reading.  I almost skipped one of the short stories in the sci-fi mag.  One of my new favorite authors, but I was afraid he was going to shit himself some philosophy.  I'm well into it, and it seems... like just a pretty good story.  Now, don't get me wrong.  I don't mind a touch of philosophy.  Or medical information, psychology, or almost anything else.  But when that is all that is on offer, and it is taken seriously, yeah.  Put the poor beast out of my misery.  Professional laggards who don't even bother to drink enough.  Ha!

Hmm... I'll check around the web, see about email... maybe read off the last of that story... try to kill time until it might be cool enough, and my meal digested well enough, to go work in the shop.  The shop... I like that.  Not really a shop, not quite yet, but sure heading that way.  I always wanted a shop.  I'd have to figure out an electrical panel or two, maybe three, and a few more bigger pieces, but it could get there.  Yes it could.  And, it might be called a laggards shop as is.  If even I don't drink enough to be a proper laggard.  Given size to volume consumed, I probably drink less than even philosophers.  :p  Later.