The current temperature is 95 degrees. Hot enough for ya?
A few minutes ago I went outside. Today is trash day and I walked out to the street to bring in the barrel.
Woah! It’s hot out there, kids. It’s steamy hot.
I love it.
On an unrelated note, I just got another notification stating that the 9-1-1 service is up and running again. Good job, whoever it was that fixed whatever was wrong. We can now easily call for emergency services in Massachusetts again. Thumbs up.
The first random thought on this fine Thursday afternoon is that it actually is Thursday and not Friday or Saturday. I mentioned in a post a couple of days ago that my inner calendar/clock is a mess this week and I am not quite sure why, but I was convinced all day Tuesday that it was Thursday, and then I was also convinced all day Wednesday that it was Thursday. Now that it actually is Thursday I can’t decide if my brain is convinced that it is Friday or Saturday, which doesn’t make sense because I don’t work on Saturdays but I’ve been working all day today and still at times I’ve felt like it was Saturday.
My brain is broken. Here’s a cat to make it feel better…
Most work days fine me playing podcasts through the Apple HomePod that’s next to my desk in the new office space in my step son’s room. The last couple of days have been different. I’ve been listening to music. Today has been a playlist made up of all of Peter Gabriel’s original, non-soundtrack, non-cover/tribute records both as a solo artist and with Genesis. I made this playlist a few days ago with the idea being I would shuffle it. Today I started from the first track of his first solo record and let it run. The transition from his second record to his third is utterly stunning. The first two records are good. Not great, but good. The third… it’s weirder, it’s a totally different sound/approach/feel, and it is so infinitely better than what he did in the few years before it that it made my head spin a little. I just started album number five… So… I think it’s safe to say it is the masterpiece of his solo career and again the improvement is dazzling.
Here’s a cat to help you appreciate Peter Gabriel the freakin’ legend…
It is January 25th today. It is 50 degrees outside. I actually went outside without a jacket on this morning. Granted, my shoes sank into the mud field that once was my yard, but other than that it was nice. This time of year the air can actually be painful if you go outside for a couple of quick minutes and are not bundled up. Today did not hurt at all.
Okay, that will do for random thoughts as my lunch break ends. I have some paperwork to finish up today and then I am making hamburgers for dinner. My wife made that request last night and I am more than happy to oblige.
Happy Thursday afternoon, everyone… assuming it actually is Thursday. Who knows, right?
It’s 93 degrees out. My city has declared a heat advisory and setup cooling off stations all around town.
My office is in the cellar. Every time the air conditioner (central air) kicks in the temperature in here plummets. I have a jacket in here with me for when I can’t take it anymore.
It’s roasting hot outside, it’s freezing at my desk. It’s getting uncomfortably hot upstairs where Jen and Harry are because I keep fudging with the thermostat to keep it from getting too cold down here. I can’t do that anymore. I just lowered the temp so that the central air will kick on…
…and I turned on the space heater next to my desk. Yeah. Heatwave, babie.
Here’s a double exposure I took at lunchtime for no reason at all.
The temperature outside is about to drop, I think, because there is a very noisy, very active thunderstorm rolling in. Also, Harry is no longer at risk of heat-discomfort upstairs because he just left for work.
Transparency, thou art my middle name, babie.
The temperature today hit 72 degrees Fahrenheit. It’s like… spring.
Of course the downside is when I took out the trash, stepped on the lawn, and sank into the swamp like mud field.
It’ll be so worth it once the effin’ snow is gone.
I’m exhausted, my eyes are so tired that they are making my head hurt. First thing I do once this Covid shit is over is get new glasses. Second is get my Les Paul fixed up like new. Okay, maybe not second.
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