I might become one of those people who posts too many pictures of her cat.
Here he is in my bed. Looking like a maharajah kitty.
Last night’s rain broke the heat, so I think I shall go to the market to look for peaches and artichokes, just for an excuse to go out. Only yesterday as I stood on Walnut, waiting impatiently across the street from Starbucks and its promise or air conditioner, with the sweat dripping down my ass, did I wish I hadn’t left the house at all. I can’t frickin’ wait for the fall.