Well, dear readers, here’s the conundrum: It’s very hot out. And when it is very hot out, the home environment ultimately becomes a hothouse. Like eighty degrees a hothouse. And so, I turn on the air conditioning. And therein lies the conundrum. Because my throat doesn’t like or react well to air conditioning, so I can only keep it on for so long and then I shut it off. Then the house gets hot again and back and forth and forth and back we go. It’s kind of irritating, actually. But one must do what one must do, and I cannot abide a hothouse of eighty degrees Fahrenheit.
Yesterday was HOT. I got almost eight hours of sleep, answered e-mails, and then moseyed on over to the home environment of Marshall Harvey with the hard drive and the better DVD of Naked Space. Once done with that, I stopped and picked up some packages and a nice piece of mail, and then I came home.
Once home, I made two count them two tuna fish sandwiches on rye bread – not wry bread, mind you, no, I made them on rye bread, although I was feeling wry whilst making and eating them all up. They were very good and very filling. Then I did some work on the computer. Then, because the motor car has been making odd noises when I put my foot on the gas pedal, I thought it might need some water. I opened the hood and could find no real place to put water, save for one cap that had a drawing on it that looked like a gravy server. So, I put some water in there. At that point, Grant came by to see what I was doing and he informed me I’d just put water in the oil thing. Who knew? I started up the car and it made a little high-pitched noise, but that went away and then everything seemed okay. Just to be safe, I think I’ll go to my nearby Jiffy Lube and have the oil changed. Then I hosed down the car and wiped it off with a towel. I was sweating profusely at that point. I came in to the eighty-degree home environment and of course had to turn on the air. I should turn it on now, I suppose, since it is once again eighty degrees, despite being nice outside. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
I’d found another DVD of Highway Patrol episodes, so I looked at all four of those and they were fun. Then I watched homegrown DVD of a TV movie I’m very fond of and that I’ve talked about here over the years, Incident in San Francisco, from 1971, I think, starring Richard Kiley, David Opatashu, Leslie Nielsen, Dean Jagger, and Christopher Connelly, who I’ve also talked about a lot over the years. That story is in my first memoir. Anyway, there’s just something I like about the story and I always enjoy it, especially the score of Pat Williams. Several of these homegrown places sell it – it actually looks like it’s from my former 16mm print and I know exactly who would have done it and he does sell this sort of thing. So, it doesn’t look great because he did it cheaply.
After that, I decided I needed a sweet, so I went to Gelson’s and got a chocolate mousse thing to bring home, which I did. And I ate it all up. Then I decided to do something I haven’t in ages – I took a mile-and-a-half walk, and a brisk one at that. Since I basically jog at a snail’s pace, it’s the same as power walking. Anyway, it was pleasant out, so I enjoyed it. Then I listened to music and relaxed.
Today, I can sleep in, I think, then I’ll do some banking, eat something light but fun, and then wait to hear from folks as to whether I need to go places or see people or do things. At some point, I’ll relax.
Tomorrow is more of the same and so is the weekend, and then we finally have our Kritzerland rehearsal week, which I’m very much looking forward to. And it’s a busy week beyond that – both audio books will go live that week, and I have meetings and meals aplenty, plus an opening night to go to.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in, bank, eat, hopefully pick up packages, wait to hear from people, and then relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Sandwiches – what are your favorite sandwiches – homemade and out? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, still trying to find a happy balance for the hothouse conundrum.