Hurricane Dolly hit the Texas coast and then decided that she wanted to keep going West North West. That meant that while the desert country of the Big Bend got rain, we still didn't get a drop. While Marfa was a wet 67 degrees yesterday, we were clocking yet another blistering day of over 100 degrees. A normal year we have about 16 of those. Tomorrow should be number 16 and could easily break the record for the day of 106.
I hate the summer. I truly hate the heat. Now the local pools aren't safe because there is some nasty bug in the water. At least I can again eat the tomatoes--for now.
Anyway, I am inside reading, despite the gunfire coming from the latest game the kids got, though you have not seen much evidence of that here. Been working summer school, attending the mandatory orientation for next year which was much quicker this year than years past, and working on various other things here and there that have nothing at all to do with my own fiction writing.
I think I need a patron.
Kevin
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