The sun has been down for six hours, and still The Womb is uninhabitable. It hit 91 up there today, and I am actually writing this at the kitchen table, where the central AC is keeping me happy after an ice cold shower. (Yes, in April.)
Other than a lovely 90 minute phone chat with BA, an even more lovely bit of texting with The Muse, and a drive with E to a lake whose name I forget, today did not have much going for it. In fact, the seven hours of active calcination, from 9am to 3pm, was downright hellish. Every button that could be pushed was pushed. Money. Safety. Family. You name it. Why am I putting myself through this???
I'm gonna finish this Pandorica / Big Bang two parter, and call it a day. Good night.
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