Howard Hughes should have stayed in bed.
It's already too hot in the house, and we're leaving shortly. I need to shop for a few new articles of clothing for Necronomicon, anyway, and the mall will be blessedly air conditioned. Afterwards, I think we're heading down to South County and the shore. Currently, it's 83˚F in the middle parlor, problem near 90˚F in the front of the house. Outside it's 89˚F, with a heat index of 96˚F.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,341 words on Agents of Dreamland.
The last two nights, we've taken very pleasant evening walks in the park. It's a questionable thing to do in this sketchy neighborhood, but I'm sick of being inside. Trees on a summer night. Streetlights. Night birds. If only there were still lightning bugs. I wish we'd started this in June.
Last night we watched the first two episodes of David Simon's excellent Show Me a Hero. And then we saw the first two episodes of Steven Soderbuergh's The Knick, which is absolutely wonderful. The show's on Cinemax, but HBO has all of Season One up through early October.
Later,
Aunt Beast (Madame Hughes)
Yesterday, I wrote 1,341 words on Agents of Dreamland.
The last two nights, we've taken very pleasant evening walks in the park. It's a questionable thing to do in this sketchy neighborhood, but I'm sick of being inside. Trees on a summer night. Streetlights. Night birds. If only there were still lightning bugs. I wish we'd started this in June.
Last night we watched the first two episodes of David Simon's excellent Show Me a Hero. And then we saw the first two episodes of Steven Soderbuergh's The Knick, which is absolutely wonderful. The show's on Cinemax, but HBO has all of Season One up through early October.
Later,
Aunt Beast (Madame Hughes)