I can't help but think that this could be America's last Independance Day. I think that's the sort of pronouncement that Bret Easton Ellis would refer to as "clutching pearls." And yet. And it was hot. Our heat advisory continued. Sunny and cloudy by turns, the high 97F, with a heat index of 106F. Near sunset, as all of Birmingham readied for the ( Read more... )

Mostly overcast today. Our high was 89F, with a heat index of 96F ( Read more... )

I'm having a very, very bad day. Lately, most of my days have only been very bad ( Read more... )

Today, with the heat index, we reached 100˚F. The light had that quality, as if the world might, at any moment, burst into flame. I mostly hid in my dark office. Now it's only 78˚F, 80˚F with the heat index.

I began reading The Seven Pillars of WisdomTonight there are cicadas in the cool air after the heat ( Read more... )

We didn't go to see the fireworks at Vulcan tonight. But the mountainside boomed and shook with the sound of them. Currently, it's 84˚F, with the heat index at 90˚F. No rain today, I don't think. There were fine tall clouds at sunset, and I spotted Mars ( Read more... )

Currently it's sunny and 52˚F, with the windchill at 47˚F ( Read more... )

We awoke to rain and the sound of motorcycles racing. At first, I mistook the latter for the wind, not yet quite coherent and thinking myself still home in Providence. There's a race course just over the ridge from my mom's house, and I think those damn fools race every damn day. Even on Sunday. Which it is. Last night, I talked about going to ( Read more... )