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.
Reading my last Mary Russell, The Game, saved from last year for summer doldrums. Is readable if one doesn't think, rather like Felix Castor, but doesn't lift the spirits.
Came across something that required googling Babylon 5 characters, and was surprised by a reflex iya da! reaction. Not sure why I loathe Babylon 5 as much as I evidently do: it may have something to do with the atmosphere of the late 90s, or American fandom's insistence that the show was our last best hope for good SF. Possibly if I'd ever watched any Whedon shows I'd feel the same way about everything of his, but luckily I never did.
It grows cool and the basement at once begins to smell of mould. Shall start covering the vents, since the window AC does a reasonable job of keeping the whole house bearable. Must rescue laundry from the basement lines or clothes will have to be washed again. Cherries have fallen: can stick them outside now.
