Tonight, of course, it's t-shirt and two fans going. Thus June.
Walked out this morning, saw my 90-something cross-street neighbour pulling weeds, went over to lend a hand. I will swear I had my blue-tinted sunglasses on when I did, but when I turned to go they were gone. Neighbour says I wasn't wearing them. Nor are they in the house, nor in the backpack of holding (that did so too have my hat in it even though it wasn't there when I went looking prior to leaving the house.) I've lost them a dozen times in the past two years; possibly they'll return.
Also something ate the poor scraggly beet plant on my back porch. Not the flourishing beets in the swimming pool, for which I suppose I should be grateful. But last week's cold has taken new energy from the weekend (no work over-ride that got me through 11:30 to 6 yesterday) and I feel soggy and dispirited. Shower, zombie!Sherlock story, and bed.