This week has seen super-high temperatures in the L.A. basin. I’m hanging in there, folks, but near-100 degrees in October? I think I may have to go into some sort of meditative trance in order to survive.
Meanwhile, my cousin just sent me a newspaper clipping (remember those – they’re on paper?) about where and when to see the best fall colors in Georgia and other southern states. Am I envious? Yes. Do I begrudge their autumnal blessings? Not even a little bit. But again, am I envious? I am slightly beyond that, thank-you-very-much.
Just yesterday, I was at a loss as to why I felt so lethargic. I was dragging and it took me a while to figure it out. It’s the gosh-darned heat, I tell you!
I sense another wave of the vapors coming. And I don’t even know how to surf.