Wednesday. An early morning dentist's appointment to have the permanent crown installed, an easy scrape a little here, scrape a little there, cement it in place and then out the door; on to breakfast for pancakes and coffee, the Entertainment section in my Chronicle missing for some reason (a tragedy at breakfast), back home now, the sun bright, the day clearly going to be hotter than hell. I hope this hotter than hell trend isn't related to global warming.
What is it you don't understand about the “warming” in global warming?
The fact it's seems to be happening here at the end of the rainbow.
Most people get over this “end of the rainbow” business well before they're old enough to retire.
I'm not old enough to retire. Hell, I'm not old enough to be trusted to go out and get a job in order to earn a living. But this is familiar territory, I've travelled this road before.
You'll notice my local gas station is charging less than four dollars for a gallon of gas for the first time since I started tracking. One tenth of a cent less than four dollars, but less, none the less. I'm not sure that's noteworthy as this particular roller coaster trip is hardly beginning, but I thought I might mention it as I've been tracking it with pictures for the last couple of months.
Later. It's warm enough. It's currently eighty-four degrees at two in the afternoon, although the humidity is an OK twenty-one percent, the weather people projecting a high of eighty-seven.
I've made this little agreement with myself that I'll get the walking in (anything over a half hour walk is “getting the walking in”) so I'll do that today. Well, we'll know by the time this entry is over whether or not I'll get the walking in today. Silly not to as I generally enjoy the walking if its not too hot. Too warm. Like up there in the eighties. Up here in the eighties.
Later still. Ah, yes. Well, tomorrow. We'll definitely get with the program tomorrow.