Well, Tuesday has arrived. Temps are surging up into the mid-90's (F) today and were 3/4 of the way through August. I don't expect to see any kind of temp drop until mid September, which is pretty much how last summer played out. summer hung around for a while, and then it got really cold quickly, but then it warmed up again. And no, the warm-up wasn't Indian Summer. I don't believe we had an Indian Summer last year.
Yesterday was rough on the back at work... no ibuprofen or naproxen, and boy did I stiffen up. Every turn was a bit of a lurch. This morning, however, things are better.
Our sales rep for Bali blinds was in the store yesterday. Very nice, but a real talker. Also an anti-vaxxer who also believes the sore throat she had very early on last year means she's already had Covid. Never been tested, of course, and more then a smidgen overweight, so when she does contract it, she might have problems.
For those interested, here is the very first page I wrote for The Body in the Loch. I had no idea there were going to be so many Big Changes ahead. Writing is a lot like life. Every day is a first draft, you you wake up, you eat breakfast, and make plans, and then life takes a red (or black) pen and begins editing. And so we compensate, and adapt, and delay, and eliminate things from our schedule. I find it amazing that for some people, their only plan is to make it to the end of the day.