Heat

Heat does not seem to be conducive to writing or re-writing or editing even.

Heat seems conducive to many many games of spider solitaire, reading and crocheting.

It has been very hot out (and in!) lately.

I have had enough of summer, even though technically summer doesn't start until tomorrow.

I have five cats piled up on the bookcase just under the window. Three of them are sleeping, one is washing his brother's head, and the other one is looking out the window plotting his escape.

Mental note. Ignore the Bulk Barn right beside the vet's office where you have to go to buy cat chow. And if you can't ignore it, then don't buy $10.00 worth of gummi bears and corn nuts and then chow down on them until you only have half a bag left. They will make you feel sick.