It’s too much. It’s just too much. My people hail from a soggy, damp island and quite frankly, I’m just not built for this kind of heat.

The dog has barely moved in the last three days. I placed a wet towel on her yesterday afternoon while I ran out to the dollar show to escape the inferno that is my house and when I returned, there she was. Still on the floor. Towel in place. She never moved.

Prior to Erie, I was living on an island off the coast of Maine, so these temperatures are driving me insane. So much to the point that knife-wielding maniacs in Tokyo seem to make a queer sort of sense to me. Nuclear war, random acts of violence, arguing with the neighbors, all perfectly logical things to do when it’s this damn hot.

Spending the day in the library-where it’s cool-and civilized…

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