Hot hot hot
Aug. 18th, 2004 07:13 pmIt's been a very hot summer here. Usually (they might kick me out of the Super-Sekrit Oregonian Klub for spilling the beans, so don't tell 'em you heard it from me) summers are temperate and sunny and delightful, with a couple or three weeks max where the temps are 90 or above. Normally it's in the 70s and 80s and I remember many a July wearing sweaters and bemoaning the rain.
But it's been hot here for a month, and it's still hot, and I dunno when it's going to stop. The saving grace is the night: it's been in the low 60s.
Last night in the middle of the night, though, a skunk sprayed right outside the front of our house. Guess where my bedroom windows are? And did you ever know that the smell of skunk rises incrementally the darker and later it is? I decided that when it woke me up. Ugh.
No cats were skunked in the making of this message.
It was errand day. My elbow is feeling a lot better (thank you,
perceval, for the distance work), but it's still getting sore by nighttime. At least it's not keeping me awake all night any more that I know of.
Just the coyotes howling.
And the skunks.
But it's been hot here for a month, and it's still hot, and I dunno when it's going to stop. The saving grace is the night: it's been in the low 60s.
Last night in the middle of the night, though, a skunk sprayed right outside the front of our house. Guess where my bedroom windows are? And did you ever know that the smell of skunk rises incrementally the darker and later it is? I decided that when it woke me up. Ugh.
No cats were skunked in the making of this message.
It was errand day. My elbow is feeling a lot better (thank you,
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Just the coyotes howling.
And the skunks.