
From here on to rain the afternoon temperatures are supposed to moderate somewhat; this is the first forecast in four where the temperature maxes out in mere double digits. Nights cool off but they don’t promise when – this is the one time of the year when a sleeping loft, however well equipped, seems like a distinctly bad idea. I haven’t been sleeping well, and that affects how useful I am during the day.
When I was a young stallion I could go without sleep for one whole night without affecting the next day’s performance. With two sleepless nights I wasn’t much good on the third day but I could stay upright and respond to stimuli. Three nights and I was pretty much hallucinating and should not be allowed near firearms or motor vehicles. But I could snap back after a night’s sleep.
I really miss the things I could do 40 years ago, but I don’t miss the prize oaf I was.
Either way, last night wasn’t as bad. I was really disgusted: I look for the evening breeze to cool things down for sleeping. Yesterday there was a steady drying breeze all afternoon that died promptly at sundown so there was nothing to do at bedtime but sit and sweat. It did finally cool down and I fell asleep, but I don’t recall just when. Anyway this morning it’s a full ten degrees cooler inside than yesterday so that’s good. It’ll get hot today but probably not ridiculous.
I want to get something done on the addition but it won’t be physical: Now that I know what I have (or have coming) in terms of windows and door I can start final drawings for the wall frames.
Also there’s the promise of care packages this weekend! It’s been months, and I woke this morning with Carly Simon singing Anticipation in my ear. (heh)
















































“I really miss the things I could do 40 years ago . . . ”
More and more every day.
“I really miss the things I could do 40 years ago . . . ”
Boy, ain’t that the truth! But I sure don’t miss the heartache that was going on then.
There is a line from a C&W tune that goes something like “I’m not half the man I never used to be.”
So you have window and door “nailed down”?
“I really miss the things I could do 40 years ago, but I don’t miss the prize oaf I was.”
Me , too.
Ben, I’ve heard that before. Didn’t mean as much then…
Thanks for your offer, Joel; I may take you up on it.
QHM
Nailed down, yes. Not yet present.