Friday at 5:00pm. My living room window air conditioning unit is struggling to maintain a level of coolness : 83 degrees and breathing heavy. Shade is an illusion. Blinds drawn on the back side of the house are no match for the sunlight streaming through. The dog is collapsed in a heap on the living room floor. While she sleeps I have a fan blowing on her. It appears to be a dreamless sleep. And the cat is on the front stoop in such a heat induced coma I can't coax her to come into the house. And nobody, but nobody, picks that cat up.
Are you feeling it? Or am I preaching to the choir? Is this what your town/ city/ beach house/monastery feels like? Do tell.
Oh, and we had an earthquake this morning, at 5:00am. 3.5 on the Richter. We all slept through it.
Now I'm off to a cool bath and the smallest dress I own. We're invited to dinner at a centrally airconditioned house and are expected to arrive feeling pretty and witty and gay.
I hope to manage one out of three.
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