Tomorrow morning I have an appointment that may lead to a whole lot of (good, one assumes) changes. I've done my homework, but want confirmation a few things before moving forward. It's a bit odd to be thinking like a grown up.
Meanwhile, my inner Peter Pan is shouting, "No! No! I'll never grow up! Never, never NEVER!"
If I could reach him, I'd stuff his pointy little feathered hat down his throat to shut him up.
In other grown-up-related news, it may actually be possible to start cooking real dinners again, as the temperature in the kitchen is now down below eighty, however temporary that may be. You know it's hot when you stand in front of an oven set to 400 degrees while your pizza cooks, and you realize it's the coolest place in the house...I joke.
Maybe.
It really was miserable here for a while. And that was indoors.
But fall is on the way, if you judge by the horse chestnut tree out front. Mangled shells have begun to appear on the steps, indicating the squirrels are getting impatient and forcing some of the nuts down. Those long tailed rats can be possessive about their treats; I've been stared down by a few, having to wait until they finished opening the shells on the cement front stoop before I could go around them into the house.
If anyone has a hankerin' for squirrel stew, there's great hunting grounds around my place.
On that decidedly juvenile note, I should go to bed. I haven't slept well the last couple of nights, either not getting to sleep in spite of being exhausted, or waking up over an hour before dawn, fully awake and incapable of dozing (both in the same night, a few times). Every few years I go through a cycle like this, mostly related to a long period of high heat and humidity. I sleep, but apparently not deeply enough during those times; when it finally catches up to me, it plays complete havoc with my sleep cycles. The bags under my eyes are so heavy, the airline would charge me over limit fees on them.
Good night.
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