38 degrees C outside, I take shelter in my house, grateful for the thick mud walls that keep that intensity out.
The beginning of the month it felt good, the promise of autumn, but now the slanting sun reaches in and burns us all.
I think I'll just go to the beach and enjoy the cold sea.
I think about that a lot.
I have been trying to occupy my time inside, but it isn't always easy.
I have carved some crochet hooks.
I have read some fat books.
I have watched a lot of you tube videos.
I have finished the patch of new floor and waxed it.
The cats lay like flat bits of fur, trying to stay cool.
Endless blue sky and dry, brown grass and dust.
Each sentence is a paragraph.
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