weather of doom
I'm sitting on the porch watching fat thunderclouds roll down off the san gabriels. I'll hope against hope that it pours. It is difficult to express the langour coupled with a well-established hangover that I feel. It is 108 degrees. If only it were that dry heat people talk about. Instead it's humid, but not quite enough for the clouds to split open and povide relief. I think I'm going to search for a "cooling center" on the web. The wind is picking up, I'll hope that's a good sign