5:20 p.m., Tuesday, January 16
Temperature in the deepest shade of the back porch: 111°
Holeeee Maquerel! Just stumbled in the house from (stupidly!) walking around the neighborhood.
If the unholy heat weren’t bad enough, I’ve managed to inflict a whole lot of equally dangerous behavior on myself: beer after beer after beer, every goddamn day!
Yes. My swizzling habit has returned. Not — mercifully — with a vengeance…but enough that I’ve been swilling two or three alcoholic drinks a day.
Holee shee-ut! WAKE UP, ya dumb broad!
Staggering through yesterday’s heat, one clear thought finally struck me: GOTTA GET OFF THE SAUCE!
Once.
and.
For All.
So here we are, stone cold sober, sitting in a living-room chair emanating gawdawful heat from this afternoon’s (very stupid!) walk through the neighborhood heat.
Yeah. Wunderground claims it’s 105 degrees out there. But the thermometer in the shade of my back porch indeed does read 111 degrees.
Floating in from the north and the east are banks and blankets of soggy-looking clouds. Ugh!!
Well…I’ve managed to get into the air-conditioning while clinging to life. If I survive long enough, I’ll jump into the bathtub. But later. Not now.
New cleaning-lady surfaced today. Very nice woman! Smart and interesting. She worked very hard…oh gawd! Talk about jobs you’re glad you don’t have! At any rate, I hope she’ll be back, so I can hire her on a permanent basis.
If not…these woods are full of cleaning ladies: in less than two weeks, I’ll have someone permanent in here.
Meanwhile, though, the WonderAccountants have taken it into their heads to retire.
Gawd help us!!!!
So now I’ve got to find a new accountant/bookkeeper. That’ll be a challenge.
One to take on tomorrow. Not now!