noodling

I wanted to make a London post last week, but there didn't seem to be anything I could say that hadn't been said better elsewhere.

I'm so relieved that everybody on my f-list is ok. Condolences to those who lost friends or family.

You know, I don't like London. At all. I have been known to rant at great length about how much it sucks.

But there must be something to that place after all, because damn, but you people have some sand.

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The local news media have stopped with the OMFGWTFBBQ LONDON! headlines, and we are back to our regular diet of OMFGWTFBBQ HOT! headlines. The news is full of pictures of homeless people being carted off in ambulances.

Heat brings smog and I've pretty much given up on being able to take a full breath again until some time in September. I permanently feel like I've inhaled a sweatsock.

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I suspect the heat is the reason our refrigerator decided to stop refrigerating. It's over 40 degrees in our kitchen. We currently have a fan blasting air over the coils which kinda sorta helps.

This happens on the same week that our kitchen faucet finally gave it up. As a result I've spent several days paddling through puddles of rusty water with tools and mops in my hands.

Lola, on the other hand, just loves this shit. I swear she's grown a foot in the last month.

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I am now three weeks behind on LJ and posts are falling off the 1000-page limit. I expect that I will never ever ever be caught up ever again.

Just so you know.