Hot

It’s been at 40^C for three hours.  I’ve been crashed out for some of that;  it being my general reaction to very hot weather.  Still happens even when I have aircon.  Must be humidity?   Or something that I’m still aware of, even in artificial coolth.  This morning I watered the plants outside that needed it and aren’t reached by the sprinkler system.  I’ve brought all the small pot plants inside because this heat is at lethal level for them.   Only the tomato plants, who are in the garden, seem unbothered, as long as they have water.

My brain doesn’t work too well in this heat but then, I don’t get stressed out either because the brain just doesn’t give a shit.  I’m doing exactly what the rats do as a standard thing during the day, though I did see Fergus get up for a snack from the muesli bowl.

Had breakfast, took the nap, had lunch, finished reading J. Maberry’s The Broken Lands, which was one book where I kept turning the last page and yelling at the author.  In a good way.   I did not see his denouement coming, not completely, and it snaps into place the final link between the Joe Ledger novels, the Dead of Night duology and the Rot and Ruin YA novels.  You, sir, are a complete, unmitigated bastard and I wish to hell I could write like that.

Next week is the last full week before my break.  Which isn’t going to be terribly relaxing given the house situation but it’s better than trying to move AND do the job.  I’ve no idea whether things will start to slow down or whether it’s full panic ahead, but either way, it’s still one foot after the other.