Good grief! It’s only 100 degrees in the shade of the beloved back porch...and yet it seems hotter than that. Asked to make a guess, I’d have said it was about 108.
Just back from a stroll around the ‘Hood. No, the little dawg did NOT come with me. It’s way, way too hot for the short stuff out there. The pavement alone would burn off her feet!
But…oh, my! Is it ever beautiful out there.
Well. Visually, that is.
Spectacular cumulus clouds are piled up in the eastern sky, glowing white in the full sun. Wunderground posits a 13% chance of rain. I’d put it at a little higher than that…but not much.
So…yeah. It would be nice if some water would fall out of the sky. But it doesn’t seem likely.
My original plan was to walk over to a nearby shopping center and retrieve the contact information for a dirty-shirt lawyer who practices there. But…meh! No hurry for that: the matter is nothing urgent and nothing to do with business or with much money. So that guy can wait until the weather settles down. 😀
Last time I asked the ex-husband — who spent his career as a high-powered corporate lawyer — he was pretty much out of touch with that community. All the guys he used to know seem to have retired. So decided not to pester him this time.
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Meanwhile, the vet put Ruby on prednisone.
I beg to differ. He hasn’t explained what ails her — if anything, really — or why prednisone is the drug of choice. It can have some nasty side effects, so…I’m inclined to drop it after this first dose.
Like we didn’t have ENOUGH problems here at the Funny Farm, without deliberately making the dog sicker than she is. /eyeroll/
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Mean-meanwhile, I’m reamed, steamed, & dry-cleaned. Why is not fully clear. Probably the humid, muggy heat. Even inside the house, the air is heavy with dampness. Sooo…. I guess it’s time to stop the keyboard-tapping and get something useful done.
I hope.