Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- crazy with the heat A small battle has been won, although the losers seem to be a little less than graceful. Which doesn't matter all that much in the long run, but it is irksome. Still and all, yay for us! Jack the Giant Killer, and all that jazz. It's a quiet week - my boss is at the beach, I'm doing small scut-work type projects, and Prep Lad is also out sick, so we can't finish up the humongo inventory project of the Room With All The Weird Crap In It. And the morning was so freaking hot and humid, and the end of the day will be the same, and all I can do is pray that the weather forecasters are correct when they say that this is the last day of this particular heatwave. Please, let it be so. I'm about to go crazy with the heat, and not in a good way. Maybe I'll take off a little early and go to the National Gallery. That would be cool, and comfortable, and stimulating. 9:45 a.m. - 2005-07-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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