Can someone please turn up the AC? It is too hot for me to be this busy. My lovely and supportive wife, Isa, seems to have picked up whatever bug has been plaguing our daughter, V.V., for the last several weeks. I wonder, is a cold the baseline health condition for a toddler? That would make lack of continual nasal drip and hacking cough the outlier.
The point is, I was busy for a Sunday. I took V.V. grocery shopping. Then, taking advantage of the relative morning cool – probably still under 85 degrees – I washed the cars. Then I cooked lunches for the week and chopped canteloupe and strawberries to accompany breakfasts. Then I made lunch, put V.V. down for a nap, ate lunch, loaded the dishwasher.
Did I mention it is hot? Reading the above list, my activities hardly seem onerous. Well, it’s my web log, and I can whine like a spanked puppy if I want to. They say, if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. But if I got out of the kitchen, we’d have nothing to eat.
So, wife and daughter both napping. I should get back to editing “Under Strange Suns.” Instead, I’m going to take a bit of a break, crack a beer, perhaps, and read some of August Derleth’s H.P. Lovecraft pastiches. Of the Appendix N authors, I suffer a dearth of Derleth. I’m going to remedy that.
Have a good week, everyone.