It is 89 outside and feels like 90 something. Yes, the humidity is high. I went out to the garage and it felt as if I were in a sauna. I suppose I should go out, sit in the shade, read and drink iced tea.

I had forgotten how awful still, humid air can be and I feel really bad about Der Bingle’s days in the apartment with (count them – okay, I will) 1,2 windows and a sliding glass door out to the balcony, which he has taken to calling the porch.

Well, shucks, I wrote the best sentences I have ever written and when I pressed Save Draft, they disappeared. (cough, cough)