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Monday, August 8, 2022

Heat Sprawl

Possibly I’ve mentioned this already—Cake really knows how to deal with this insufferable heat. He just sprawls full out making sure that his entire body gets max breeze flow.

Jen took me for my seawall walk at a little before six. Yes, I still need a spotter for my walks. Okay, maybe need is overstating the case but we all feel better if I’ve got someone by my side in case I take a tumble. Now that I’m thinking on it, I haven’t had a fall in months. Yea me, huh?

In any case, it was already a brutally humid 76º while we were out rambling. Now, at half past seven, it’s already 80º (27ºC). I need ice cream NOW! Yes, ice cream for breakfast is totally a done thing here in Valhalla. We ARE dreadfully civilized folk, don’cha know.

What I’d really like to do today is sit in a darkened room, curled on an overstuffed comfy couch, sipping from tall iced glasses of cranberry juice (with a lime wedge, thanks), watching exciting yet soothing teevee shows and movies.

We’ll (me, Jen and Oni—I’m incapable of watching the box without them) watch The Sandman, Picard, Prey (the latest in the Predator series). It’ll be awesome.

In real life though, I need to get back to doing a full load of rehab exercises today. In these enervating 90+ temps and soaking humidity days, all I’ve been up to is the early half to three quarter mile walks and climbing the stairs from the first to the second floor. It’s not enough but it’s something. I may not be making giant leaps forward (toward my goal of walking a mile sans cane or walker) but neither am I back in the wheelchair.

What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps one in a continual state of inelegance.
~ Jane Austen

Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed, and pulsing.
~ Truman Capote

Sleeping is weird in this heat. We have the AC on but sometimes that’s not enough. I want to rest with a nice summer quilt over me (protection from the monsters under the bed…of course!) but, in these most awful of steamy nights, that’s impossible.

Dear 65º nights, I miss you horribly. Please come back!

If I believed in Satan I’d ring him right up and tell him to take his nasty, blistering weather back STAT!  Is there a Satan? A prime evil? I think humanity has that position covered. Satan would be sadly redundant.

I may take a nap now before the heat gets worse or maybe I’ll head out to the porch where I use the railing as a barre when I do my balance drills.

Wake me up when we get to October, K?


  1. No, not Satan, not Death: Destroyer of Worlds. Planet lice. Cosmic crotch-crabs agitating a far greater organism.

    There's cranberry juice in the fridge. No wedges but lemon drops ...

    1. "Planet lice"—sounds about right.

      Cranberry juice....MUST have iced cranberry juice!