Sometimes the elevation of the mercury along the little tic-marks on the thermometer, the atmospheric pressure spinning the needle on the barometer, or even the slant of the sun's rays coming in the window can interfere with my ability to string two words together (or avoid trite phrases like that)! From the looks of the feeds today, I'm not alone. Thoughts have withered, damp with perspiration. Creativity hangs suspended amidst the droplets and pollen grains in the air.
My air conditioning unit is working overtime, trying its best to pound the mercury back down -- at least inside the house -- in vain. It was 84 in my living room, and it will be next week before someone can come out to take a look. My son said, "By then the heat wave will be over!" Ah, youth. Always living in the present. There will never be another heat wave.
Meanwhile, my brain and fingers can't seem to get those words onto the electronic page. I feel like Larry in Throw Momma from the Train. Let's hope some crotchety old woman doesn't come along and steal my thunder!
And with that I bid you a good (hopefully crisp or cool) night.