Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 148

Hi.

Coffee: Pike Place, Apartment Lounge Blend

There’s a beetle that’s been living on the backside of our screen deck-door. It could leave, if it wanted. The door’s been open. It could crawl a few feet into the open air and launch itself onto a deck filled with spiders, aphids, a couple families of birds. But it doesn’t. Three days on, it’s still stuck to the screen.

That’s how I’ve felt this weekend, too.

We’ve had a record heatwave. The sun’s cooked the green out of the grass and is boiling dropped eggs on the sidewalk. Walking feels like opening the over. So, I’ve minimized my time outside and stuck these two days to the apartment. I took breakfast, lunch and dinner at the dining room table. I did so yesterday, and I again today. I haven’t felt great, probably the weather, but haven’t felt like self-diagnosing. So I sit under the ceiling fan tossing heat around like Jim’s last cigarette and let the coach do me in.

Tomorrow will be different. Cooler, we’re all hoping. And a work-week, so no matter what you’ve got to go out in it. Well, phooey, I say. Until it comes to get me, I’m pulling up the covers.

Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller

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By the time they got back, the lights were all out and everybody was asleep. Everybody, that is, except for Guih Kyom the dung beetle. He was wide awake and on duty, lying on his back with his legs in the air to save the world in case the heavens fell.

Arhundati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness

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