Such a strange day.

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It is above 90.  An hour or two ago it pushed up to 92, I think, 93 maybe?  At that point, unless rain clouds, and probably rain too, happen, it will continue to heat until, usually, nearing sunset.  Sometimes cool air will arrive, and begin the process a little more quickly, earlier in the afternoon.  But that is a rare treat.

The front room has gotten to 79, but that is with the computer, router, and a little lamp going.  A lamp might not be preferred, by some.  But with the curtains opened, the heat is even greater.  So, a lamp works best.  I can turn it off, when not typing.  It is cooler and more convenient, so it remains in use.

Tea, cheese and cold cut sandwiches, vegetables and peanut butter.  Nothing fancy, but it works.  I do enjoy the little meals, especially in the summer.  Tea or coffee, if warmth is needed.  Still, a bit tired from the cool, chased by the heat.  An odd mix.  It is high summer.  It could be far worse.  Last year we almost didn't have a summer.  Even this year, it was cut short, and has been hampered, if some of it has been had.

Blood sugar is staying in check, 115 last time I checked.  I'll check in two or three hours, just... to check, I guess.

I see at least one hurricane about to hit Florida?  Perhaps others in the other ocean.  Though if those build to anything, or approach north America, all speculation.  I could see them failing to gain any strength, perhaps devolving.  And, going south wouldn't be a surprise.  Humidity is down to 30%.  And, yet, I... don't think the season is over.  Just stalled.  Will have to see if Fred, my grandfather's name by the way, will pay a visit.  We got along famously.  I miss the old coot, even if he did cheat at cards.  Mom says by accident of site, I suggest a bit of both, or more.  But I don't mind.  I'd happily lose a hand to him, to have a few moments to say hello.

Well... back on to... trying to wake, and push through.  Good afternoon, day, or whatever else might be appropriate to your time and place.  Praying for you, Vox.  Though I think you will manage this.  One can hope.  No matter, you know the score.  As do I.  I have no worries, no matter.  They can't beat the truth.