O my peeps,summer has hit the Pacific Northwest with a vengeance. Yesterday it was 94 in Seattle,and today it was about 85. Keep in mind,Monday’s high was somewhere around 54 degrees.
I blame Al Gore.
Some time earlier this afternoon,I swore to myself that I would be allowed two (2) weather-related complaints per day. (You understand,the Erika is a cold-weather species,and experiences grave distress when temperatures reach 80 degrees or higher.) And I’ve already topped that for the day,I’m afraid.
I’ll just say that the mass good-bye party with coworkers past and present was awfully fun,but that three hours on the second floor of a crowded bar without air conditioning on the second-hottest day of the year just about wrecked me. I bailed early,begged off my other social engagement,drove home,fed the cats,and went straight into the shower. Feeling a bit more human now.
I am a bit sleepier than usual,though. Last night,just as I had managed to drift off to sleep,suddenly –it was like someone was standing at the foot of my bed,shining a flashlight in my eyes. I cracked open one eye and saw that it was the moon, shining right into my face. This was so ludicrous and unexpected that I started laughing. Then I rolled out of bed and closed the curtains,and I do believe that was the first time in my entire life I’d had to close the curtains to shut out the moon.
Brady is relieved that Memorial Day has passed,which means that his white paws are appropriate attire.