Saturday. They're saying it's going to be 87 degrees Fahrenheit here today in Oakland, 109 in Sacramento, 110 in Livermore. I believe them. I am sitting here at noon after taking a nap (up at six, breakfast at seven, back to bed at eight) and it is both hot and humid. Those of you in really hot areas of the world (with or without bombs dropping on your heads) I don't want to hear it. Depressing enough this temperature. I'm thinking of driving somewhere in the car with the air conditioning on, but I'll probably end up on the sidewalk taking a bus downtown in the heat. I have no sense.
Later. There was a light cool breeze downtown and for some reason four of the City Center restaurants were open including the crepe shop where I ate a chicken-gorgonzola cheese-apple slices crepe with a diet Coke at an outside table. Warm, yes, but a successful outing after all my bitching in the first paragraph. I may have taken a photograph, although my mind is going and I won't know until I download them later to the computer.
A nap (naturally) when I got home and now thoughts of doing something ambitious like watching a DVD movie here in the apartment. I have three of them from Netflix sitting next to the player. They've been there so long I no longer remember their titles. No way I'm going to watch one, of course, knowing my habits, but there will be Japanese soaps on TV later this evening and I'm curious as to what happened last weekend when I was in Seattle. The samurai series, for example. Did they assassinate Nobunaga? I suspect they did, the rascals.
Later still. A little sushi, a little sake on a warm evening in July. Ms. Emmy has been lounging on the bed like a black overcooked blob of spaghetti. The high today was 92, doodle-dee-do. No wonder.