This is my post draft from Friday evening. I stopped abruptly because Bestie arrived and I had fun for the rest if the weekend.
Baton Rouge, Louisiana: 67% humidity
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina: 87% humidity
Jacksonville, Florida: 91% humidity
heart of the Bluegrass: 91% humidity
That’s right. Only Jacksonville has this humidity and it’s raining there.
At least the temp finally dropped. A little. Which you can’t really tell because you’re still sweating like it’s 95.
I spent the day cleaning. I smell like sweat and bleachy bathroom cleaners.
Shame, I know, as I was obviously building up to something wonderful. I see the shadow of a Pulitzer slipping away.
Oh well. It’s several days later (Tuesday). I haven’t been having fun (work). And all I have for you is the most gorgeously pink-n-blue bad-art sunset you’ll ever see.
I had to stand on my couch and hold back the sheers and swat away the cat and take the pic at a weird angle. But isn’t it just too obviously fake? And gorgeous? The cloud looks like cotton candy! No way you're passing a painting class with this sort of nonsense.
It’s just been a few minutes and it’s already gone. The sky is that special deep blue/slate of summer. And the clouds. . . Technically they’re grey. But they almost look backlit — by the setting sun or the rising moon, who knows? — so they’re so much more than grey. Not quite silver. Maybe molten platinum just as it’s ready to pour into a mold.
Even Tuesdays (usually such a soul-eroding day) can be worthwhile, if only for a few minutes (at home, on the couch, away from people). I’m glad I didn’t miss it.
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