Caterwauling

Behold a sneak preview of the dog’s-breath days of summer. Sweet sweltering Jesus, we’re *down* to a temperature 86 degrees, which would be fine if we weren’t situated in the former swampland-turned-cesspool known as the nation’s capital.

I finally broke down and turned on my A/C Monday night, after lying inert in a puddle of my own drool throughout the day. It’s great now — the cats have stopped whining, although I hate not having windows open because those kids take some epic shits, I tell you. The kalidescope of cat funk is intermingling with my La-Tee-Da effusion lamp (currently burning Now & Zen) and making me ill.

But boy howdy, I dread the gas bill now, as I have the thermostat set just below 80 degrees and the A/C, in two days, has yet to automatically shut itself off because the house can’t stay cool. And it’s in the shade, too. Splendid.

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