Garbage pickup is every other week on the same day as garden waste pickup. Trucks take the garden stuff first and usually don't get around to the garbage until late morning or early afternoon. So I'm a bit miffed that today they came through at 10 a.m., when I was happily floating in coolness from the window fan. No, of course I didn't put it out last night. Last night I could barely move because it was, what else, raining.
However, things blew away today and I feel marginally less painful in every joint. Maybe we're in for a respite from the rack of hot, wet, and humid.
(Fog warning yesterday morning. I came down to blank white windows: not outside fog but AC this side meeting 86% humidity and 24C that side. Also it was raining buckets.)