I know, I know, to everything there is a season, yatta yatta YATTA yatta yatta... I know it's summertime, and I know all about the livin' bein' easy and all that, but DAMN.
It's hot. It's damned hot. Our high is going to be 100 degrees Farenheit for the second day in a row. We have the a/c AND fans running, and are sealed up in this house tighter than a little old lady's leftovers in Tupperware. Didgeridoo Boy has stopped asking me to come outside with him when he smokes. The glare - he understands it, finally.
And I think the heat is doing *something* to me. I spent a fair amount of time yesterday looking at Victorian post-mortem photos. If you find images of the dead disturbing, don't click. While familiar with the subject, I delved into full-on obsession yesterday - something about being trapped in the house by a heat wave put my morbid side into overdrive, I guess. This one, in particular, stuck with me. Again, fair warning - that image might prove highly disturbing to some.
Let's change the subject.
How did I occupy myself when not gazing upon the faces of Victorian dead and wondering about the back stories? I wondered what to do with the umpteen billionty things that are coming out of storage boxes. Going through the room of said boxes is taking a little longer than planned, but I'm getting there - and I'm finding all sorts of random objects that I'm determined to group put to use. Right now, the groupings are "toys", "colors", and "glass". Any progress is progress, right?
So - that's where all that is. And having struggled with a blog entry for today, I am now struggling for an ending.
Fudge it. Here's a timely, and highly amusing, video instead:
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