Sitting here with sopping wet hair letting my fan blow on me is the only respite I’ve had from the insane heat we’ve been having. I know, I know, I don’t have it as bad as those poor people in Italy who lost their power, but I might as well have… The house we live in is A/C free. Except for the bedroom, but there is only so much time you can spend in the bedroom. I wish I had a unit in my office, then I might be able to round up enough energy to scrape Paka’s little hairy hiney off my clean laundry and put it away… But no. I’ll just sit here and whine. That doesn’t induce as much sweating.

Tim and I just got back from an hour long bike ride. It was my idea to go in the afternoon while it was still nice and hot out. I’m so smart. :P But it was fun. We went and checked out lovely Cheeseman park and saw about 24 rabid squirrels and about the same number of rabid bums. It’s where they all hang out. The park is beautiful, but the variety of funky human smells is not. I can’t believe Emily wanted to live in that neighborhood! Yuk! Plus, I hear that it's haunted...

I spent a good portion of the afternoon scoping out animal costumes. I know it’s kind of mean to put animals in clothing, but I’m sorry, a puppy in a doggy tuxedo, is just damn cute. Puppies everywhere are sighing with relief that I don’t own of them. I’d dress of my cats but they won’t stand for it either. Especially Cleo. I got her this cute little collar, and she’ll wear it around for a while then she figures out some way to get it off and then looks at me proudly, like,” look! Look what I can do!”. Ah kitties…

I finished reading the rest of Derek Stubbs fiction today too. He writes emotions well. It’s a shame it’s all the sad, angry ones… After reading all his stories I feel a little bit sad about humanity. I can’t help it if I like to have happy endings. I’m a sap that way. I enjoy realism, but only in small doses. I can’t watch or read about misery for too long before it seeps into my subconscious and makes me really bummed out. Then I mope around in my pajamas drinking wine from the bottle, going, “Why do I feel so down?” Then I realize all I need is some sugar-free redbull and Madonna’s Immaculate Collection, then I’m fine. “Like a viiiiirgin, touched for the very first tiiiiiime…..”