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7:30 p.m.: 100 degrees in the shade of the back porch, with high overcast.

Make that just “on the back porch,” since we’re past the time of shade. We’re comin’ on to dusk: and it is, yes, one. hundred. degrees out there.

Ugh. And tell me again: WHY do we persist in living here?????

…of Hades, of your race-car wheels, of your stove burner! HOLEE maquerel, is it hot out back. Fox 10 News sez it’s 110; Wunderground claims a mere 107 degrees.

You understand: it’s 8:15 at night and DARK out there.

Yeah: 110 degrees by the dark of night…

Wrung the little dog out as fast as she would go…which means she’s likely to roust the human in the middle of the night… 😀  Oh well… At the moment, she’s loafing atop the bed again, as is her pet critter, the funny-looking human. The AC is pounding away….let’s hope it holds up through the night….and that we don’t have to call a hapless repairman tomorrow. Or anytime during this present heat wave.

Talk about jobs you’re glad you don’t have! /eyeroll/

Hope M’hijito is making out all right. His house was built in the 1950s, back before air-conditioning worked especially well here in lovely uptown Phoenix. The place does have a real air-conditioner these days —  not an old-fashioned and clunky evaporative cooler. The older places, though, were not built for modern ductwork…so it remains to be seen whether his place will be habitable tonight.

This Human, on the other hand, was not built to be awake half the night… And so, awwwayyyy… Off to bed!

NINETY DEGREES IN THE SHADE at 7:40 in the morning!

What a garden spot!

Just back from galloping around the neighborhood behind the dog. She loves it. For moi? Well, I could do without it.

But maybe not. The Human needs its exercise. Preferably, though, in a slightly more temperate zone.

Eight p.m. and it’s A HUNDRED DEGREES in the backyard!

Actually, Google claims it’s 104 out there.

And now my system is crashing, bollixing up any attempt to comment on that fine state of affairs.

And so…awaaayyyy! Into the air-conditioning!  Let’s just hope the system keeps running….

Quarter to two in the afternoon, and no visitation from the honored cleaning lady: she who (so I was led to believe) has been hired to babysit me on the side.

Her car is still in front of the WonderAccountants’ place, straight across the street. And you know what that means, right? The poor woman is over there working her butt off! 

Speaking of jobs we’re glad we don’t have….

At any rate, it also means that well over half the workday has passed and I remain free of supervision. HOOray!

My son will not be pleased if he finds out he’s paying her to be here several hours a week and she’s not showing up. But…far be it from me to tattle, eh?  😉

Heh…he’ll have to read this blog to find that out.

😀

Seriously: of course I’ll let him know if she doesn’t surface. But she probably will…because she’s honest, sweet, and brain-banging hard-working.

If it weren’t so searing hot, I’d walk to the Sprouts and pick up some incidental chow. But at 1:30 of an Arizona June afternoon, indeed it IS searing hot. Walking over there would be suicidal…and whatever I need from that place, I don’t need it so much that I feel like hassling with hiring a driver to get there.

If Wonder Cleaning-Lady fails to surface this afternoon, I’ll have an Uber cab deliver me to the Sprouts. This neighborhood is saturated with Uber drivers — a good dozen of them live right around here. So it should be easy to get some poor wretch to drive me wherever I want to go.

Which, in this heat, is…into the living room. Thankee.

Wow! Amazon is THE BUSINESS, that’s for sure.

Just ran out of dog kibble.

No car.

Temp in the shade of the back porch: 108 degrees.  Temp in the full sun, walking along beside an asphalt road: you don’t wanna know!

Ordered 5 pounds worth.