July 19th, 2012

pissy red dragon from tammylee

Summer of our discontent

Time was, July was a long undifferentiated tunnel of heat and sleep deprivation. One went from the rationality (usually) of June into a vortex universe with no markers, and came out somewhere in August, preferably to the Autumn Preview some time in the first ten days, with purpose and direction returned to the world, and no memory of the last five weeks. That went by the board in the cool summers of '08 and '09, when rationality never departed. (Much. July '08 melts into a memory of constant thunder.) Now the 36C weather brings mindlessness back again, and I can't remember mid-week what I did the previous weekend.

The latest bout of 36C disappeared some time Tuesday night. I looked out the window just after sunset to see clear sky above, but only a little to the south a cloud with lightning rippling through it. No thunder at all. I watched the show for a little, queasily, something I'd normally never do-- lightning, ugh-- but still can't see why people think storms are so cool.
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