The last Friday in July is a cooker.
Pressure cooker? The heat feels like it. In the pull of Mother Nature to bring in the Monsoon to the Sonoran Desert, she has been really cooking our biscuits. Fry me, isle five.
I mean, I am a desert rat, but from mid-June on the heat has been ridiculous. Then add the geoengineering on top of our already drought ridden region and bam! instant wildfire season. Just insane.
So I am inside during the day and star gazing in the middle of the night.
It's hot in the city on a Friday night. Nothing to watch on the television so I will again be without entertainment for the entire weekend. I will have to entertain myself.
That means: more poetry and fiction novels on the way! First I will be sure to write up some nonfiction booklets and research essays. Got to keep the variety up.
If I get bored, then I know my audience is too. We cannot have that! So I am dialing up the fearless imagination to the next level.
Then I am going to take a nap... speaking of which. Off I go until this evening!
Have a great and wonderful day!