The heat index here is up to 111. I have put down all my storm windows, on the assumption that the sun hitting the interior windows directly would increase the room heat. The shades are down and all the doors are closed.

My cpu is directly under the thermostat. It's the old, slider kind, which is surely as inexact as they come, but I've got it set around 80 and we are really doing okay.

I wonder if I should turn the computer off for a while.

Lucian Freud died.

I'm fascinated by his life and work. Freud's grandson, close friends with Francis Bacon, married to Caroline Blackwood. He's such a protogoth. In his youth he'd walk through the streets of london wearing his grandfather's great coat with a hawk on his wrist.

Oh look, and here he is with kestrel.

Well, I hope this day gets better from here. Had insomnia, was up until past four am, just woke up to another torrential downpour. Already went out and popped two wheels up on the curb, to avoid another car flood. I hope that's enough. But today is the day I had arranged with a friend to go pick up my mattress/boxspring, since the first day got rained out, and it isn't looking good for that. Plus I'm supposed to go help another friend move.

I'm still in pjs and I already want a do-over.

OTOH, it's only 87 here.

eta with a heat index of 97

Hey Sail, are you around? I'm going to Madison this weekend and was wondering if you wanted to get together. You can email me (profile addy OK) your contact info if you want.

Or is Sail just in Bitches these days?

Oh man. I love Lucian Freud.

Sail is in Bitches more often, tommy. Maybe email her?

Sometimes a kestrel is just a kestrel.

Sail is in Bitches more often, tommy. Maybe email her?

'K. Thanks.

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The Love Song of Admiral Piett.

Let us go then, you and I,

When the star destroyers are spread out across the sky

Like a smuggler frozen, cased in carbonite.

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