Pleasant Mornings Continue

 Dry air makes the heat easier to deal with, and the heat diminishes. Everything very stable and predictable, still. May such conditions prevail in my life. I dread change. My fundamental outlook has not changed since 1989; that is clear as I continue to reference my journal volumes. And I do mean volumes. I still have one per year, more or less, since 1988, and at one time, since 1980, with fragments dating back to 1978. Most of that is gone, except the very early stuff, and that was transcribed into rich text format years ago. It's burned onto a cd rom and someday I need to get it onto a thumb drive. 

Interesting thing about a lot of that early stuff, is that I used the material as a basis for fiction. That fiction has been published anonymously and has had many readers over the years. It is in an archive, but I will never reveal where, and if you ever stumble upon it you will find it under two different aliases. It is quite subversive, and it was meant to be subversive. HAHA! Just my little effort to undermine the social order and strike a blow against "Christendom". Fuck "Christendom". 

Cool Mornings Not So Hot

 Slowly we leave triple digit territory and enjoy cooler mornings. 

Apart from the weather, it is that blessed Same Old Same Old. SOSO! Novelty? Adventure? "New horizons"? Change? I think not.

Nice Mornings, Hot Days

 But that seasonal roller coaster is cranking up. Now temps decline, slowly, gradually, before they rise again, but we do approach seasonal change, and that is encouraging. That's the sort of change I can enjoy, but otherwise, other kinds of changes, I try to avoid. SOSO is wonderful! Routine is wonderful! Staying within the confines of my own little world is wonderful! I no longer have any need to travel and that actually feels like an incredible luxury. Packing is terrible. Being in transit from one place to another is terrible. Being away from HOME is terrible. Unpacking is terrible! Taking care of all the little things that were neglected while I was away is terrible! Never again! AHHHH!

A couple of other things I despise that other people seem to enjoy: entertaining, "having people over". I hate that with bloody passion. So I don't do it. God forbid anyone should invite themselves over, like show up on my doorstep with no prior notice. I'd probably have to kill them!

A New Record High!

 It was 107 F yesterday, beating the old record for that date, of 104 F. By the way I wish we were on the metric system. The country was just too full of half-wit trash to make the transition. I remember an interview with a local "cowboy". Who cares what a senile cowpoke thinks? Oh well, life, such as it is in this global insane asylum, goes on. The beat goes on, the heat goes on, and the beep goes on. I am re-reading a biography of Philip K. Dick and I'm re-reading Martin Gardner's "Fads and Fallacies in the Name of Science", an excellent book that should be in every school library. 

And I'm still in the second surviving volume of my journal, noting what I thought and felt back in late 1989, what I experienced, challenges I faced, enthusiasms I had at that time, and so forth. Journal keeping was a brilliant idea. Someone once advised me to stop, and "live in the moment", or some such nonsense. I knew better than to do that, but I did stop, for a period of years, at a time when I really did want to live in the moment. At that time it was appropriate. And yet I regret not having a detailed record of those years. I resumed the journal in August of 2017. At least I have that, and I will continue as long as I'm able. I have three very nice fountain pens, one vintage, that I use for my journal. One particular volume is very important, and I read through it every year, so that I can relive a very magical period. If I could live in the past, that's where it would be, from September 28th 2011 to late November of 2017. I'd make it an endless loop. I can approximate an experience like that by reading journal entries in "real time", so to speak. Everything after that is hollow. The future holds nothing of consequence. Fuck the future. It's empty. 

Triple Digits Remain

 I wish we could get some of that stuff they're having out west. It'll extend into the southwest but not quite far enough for us. Darn. 

I do not know whether the Covid ERIS variant has hit Lubbock yet. Sooner or later it will. As usual, I hope for a variant that will leave its victims STERILE. It seems to me that a viral agent that would target the reproductive systems of both male and female is not entirely unlikely. Possibly impairing spermatogenesis in males while destroying egg cells in females. It does no harm to hope, does it? And then a quickly developed and effective vaccine that the "right" people will refuse to take. Sounds good to me!