But our rain chances evaporated into nothing. I knew that would happen. By next week the heat will return but mornings should stay on the cool side. That's normal for early September. At least I'll have mornings outside or in the garage. I like being in the garage, surrounded by projects past and present and future. There's something about the presence of tools...
Nice temps, cloud cover, rain chances-- this could go on for a couple of days. Heat relief is welcome.
Oh, yes, it is overdue, but it is welcome! Much cooler mornings, warm days rather than hot, and rain chances that look pretty good. And after that it's back to triple digits. But we are riding that seasonal wave, now, that transition thing, from summer to winter. I like the transition zones anyway. With any luck we'll have a crisp October, my favorite month, and Halloween is something I look forward to. It's the ONLY "holiday" that has any meaning at all to me. Fuck all the rest, and that definitely includes christmas and easter. I despise those holidays as much as the July 4th idiocy.
That relief might arrive as early as tomorrow, and it comes with some rain chances. I noticed something on Amazon billed as THE GNOSTIC BIBLE and that might be worth adding to my library. There can be no doubt that the world we inhabit is an inferior and shoddy construct, and the blame is not ours. We are victims. Humanity is an inferior and shoddy construct, as is the rest of the universe, and even if it is a multi-verse, I doubt that any of it is fit for a sentient creature to inhabit.
I tend my garden, literally. Maintain the routines that sustain me. Keep the outside world at bay, to the extent that I can. I am reading THE DARKENING AGE by Catherine Nixey. I've completed the PKD biography. I'm going to go back to Sue Grafton for fiction. Close to the end of that series, now. It'll be sad to finish them. I've received THE FRAGMENTS OF CELSUS, ordered from Amazon. It would be wonderful to have all of Celsus. Truly, cults are the bane of mankind. Superstition seems to be wired into the poor human brain. Combine superstition with cultic fervor, and civilization crumbles while madness runs rampant.
