Hi. It’s hot. Okay, it’s not THAT hot (the high today was 87), but it’s the hottest it’s been so far this year. It felt great during the day. This afternoon I sat in the backyard reading in the sun…and then I could feel the beginnings of a sunburn so I moved to the shade and it felt like HEAVEN. It was great. I’m complaining NOW because it’s 8 o’clock at night, and it’s 80 degrees downstairs and 83 degrees upstairs. This house does not have air conditioning. (Because, you know, like, Oregon? Doesn’t get hot in the summer? Like, except for that one time last year. And, like, that one time the year before, and like, that month it was over 90 every day for 30 days, but like, naw, man. It doesn’t get hot here.) John carried the portable A/C we bought last May, and we just set it up in our bedroom. Hopefully it’ll be cool enough in there by the time we go to bed.
It’s still hot downstairs, and I am downstairs.
Also, I’m full. You know how you want to be good so you order a salad but it’s one of those big entree salads and it’s really good so you eat the whole thing and then you feel terrible because it wasn’t the healthy thing to do?
Also, I’m staring out the window instead of reading my book.
Also, it’s Monday.