That Spouse o' Mine just poked his head into the study: bike helmet, sunglasses, and face glowing from freshly-applied sunscreen. He's off on a group ride, approximately 25 miles. I exclaimed as I have done every Tuesday this whole summer, I think, "Oh! It's Tuesday! I forgot."
I am living in Ruttsville.
It's too hot to do anything (unless you consider having a wedding in the mountains), and my waking hours and daylight hours, and then hot evening hours are all running together like Edvard Munch's The Scream:
Datura (Angels' Trumpets)
Tomatoes. Last week's haul: ~ 100. That's the work of a Darwinian Garden in a drought:
Oh. I am repeating myself.
Gotta climb out, somehow...