.
It was definitely after 1:30. But to two, three, four? I just...
can't remember. It was so warm that getting up and to bed was a
complicated matter, and memory just doesn't work well. It did cool, to
about 72 front and back. Down here, with the ac off. I had the ac
running upstairs.
I remember suggesting I was going to close everything and turn everything off,
down here. And keep the ac running upstairs. I... didn't do
either. I left things open down here, turned the ac off upstairs, and
opened the windows. Which is probably why I woke at ten or so. At
which time it was already 78 outside? Yikes. Yes.
On the good side, it remains cool in the house. I did shut up the
upstairs, and most of the downstairs. The front door is open just a
crack. It offers air flow out, which sort of keeps the place warm, until
heat is too much and bursts in. Actually, it's about time to close that
door.
A few calls and a text. A dollar short, a day late, but all good.
I didn't know it was a due day. It was they who believed they
owed. So... there was that. No worries, I wouldn't have realized
without having been notified? Besides, I don't pay attention to some
things these days. Others do, these days. Odd.
Meds, some aspirin, vitamins, minerals... A coffee and handful of
walnuts to start the day. Kefir in a bit, I suppose. Maybe a
steak, later.
It will be a hot one again. Not sure I'll get to anything. But...
I will enjoy the day to some degree. If it gets too warm in here?
I'll step out for a bit. Returning makes if feel almost cold inside, if
the low 70s become stifling. The 90 to 100 F outside readjusts all
that. Hmm, I'll get the steak going at around eleven, or noon.
Give it an hour. Thin steaks set up faster, and this is a half-cut
thin-cut, call it what you will. Ribeye... my favorite.
Well, on to... something. Or... nothing quite yet? Be well.
Oh, this popped. Had to laugh. Yea, it might be the sense of
things. Still, can't a man enjoy his gallows humor once in a
while? Especially a day late on that day? Ha.
Hahahaha. Life... isn't all bad. Later.
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