September 3rd, 2018

hasui clouds of glory

Labour Day

From the point of looks, yes, it *looks* like autumn back-to-school, 2008 version for choice. Discreet yellow in the trees, splendid salmon and grey clouds, the last of the buzzing cicadas. The temperatures just need to be 10C cooler and the humidity could stand to be halved. This may happen by week's end, but for the moment the AC is on and my elbows and knees stab ferociously in spite of yesterday's massage. Also masseuse is going on a fortnight's vacation after this week, and I can only hope her replacement is as good.

The cumulative effect of Christie's murderers, plus the wanhope weather, have had a distinctly lowering effect. Thus have begun a reread of Witches Abroad which I might combine with a reread of Brown Girl in the Ring, because. Pratchett at least is certainly cheering.