Another hot one, the third day of big heat/humidity in a row. Thank god for some cloud cover and the occasional user-friendly breeze is all I can say.
Dragged my carcass out of bed at an excessively reasonable hour, got my sleepy butt out of the house soon after, made the hot drive into town for a bout of self-punishment at the gym. Drove home via back roads, passing groups of cyclists doing a bike tour on this warm, sticky Sunday. While I admire their energy and drive, there is no way in hell I'd be doing that to myself in this heat, at least not without some sort of serious compensation above and beyond a sense of hard-earned virtue. Better a trip to a swimming hole or an afternoon holed up here in my hilltop fiefdom tossing down cold liquids.
But that's just me, what do I know?
And now if you'll excuse me, I hear a glass of something cold calling.
Tour route markers -- E. Montpelier, VT:
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Part of an email received earlier from one of the individuals who recently adopted a praying mantis egg cluster [see entry of June 19]:
"Ms. E. M. would like to announce the birth of approximately one
billion praying mantises, yesterday, sometime between 9:30 a.m. and
1:30 p.m. Mother and babies are healthy and happy.
"Holy shit! That was amazing. I was really starting to think I'd
gotten a dud when I woke up [yesterday] to find them still not born.
Went out for a bike ride w/my brother, came back, sat down to lunch,
and suddenly saw this EXPLOSION inside the jar. Such beautiful,
perfect little buggers!
"So cool."
Madrid, te echo de menos.
rws 12:42 PM [+]
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