I really didn't get much done today.
It was hot and humid, and I was grouchy. I wish I had a pet to keep me company. I wish I had a fennec.
After brunch I tried to read, but couldn't really concentrate.
I made myself walk out to Panera and get dinner, though I could see it was getting cloudy. While I ate I listened in on some Rhodes scholar applicant enumerating all the influential people his parents knew who were trying to pull strings on the selection committee for him. It was rather depressing.
On the way back there were an incredible amount of cicadas crawling all over the sidewalk. I passed a clump of pre-teen girls who were shrieking and squealing (loud enough to hurt my ears) because they had sandals on with their pretty summer dresses. Having bugs so near their bare little toes was freaking them out. I strode on by, secure in my sneakers.
After dinner I called a few people, and then a tremendous thunderstorm rolled in. It's been flashing and booming ever since. I went down to the D-bar just when it opened, because the thunderstorm was making me nervous, and chatted with Judy for a bit.
Once the live jazz band started playing and the smoke in the room thickened, I had had enough. I went home and washed the smoke out of my hair. Maybe now that the storm has settled, I'll be able to go to sleep without the thunder keeping me up.
