a very hot day, and my problem is, having come back hurrying around in it, i can't seem to cool down. i shut up the house, put on the air-con, sat back, and i'm still hot. not sure what that's all about. i'm always paranoid that one more thing has gone down the drain with my steadily increasing (67) age.

house full of visitors - three step-granddaughters, step daughter and husband, father-in-law - & my sister came a while ago as well. things get busy. my wife gets frazzled. it's all high on the nerve scale. this morning i brought my shoes out to put them on, set them on the floor - as i took a swipe of coffee my wife snatched them up and took them back and threw them under the bed. she was doing a sweep of shoes just sitting there. it drives her nuts. it's been a long pandemic.

out in the garden, my greenthread plants have been tricked into going into flower even well before rainy season - because we had some rain a while back. for that reason also it's been an unusual summer. now it's back to windy and extremely dry - with the wind sucking up every little bit of moisture left over from any of the rain experiences. one was a hailstorm - but it went away in a quick conversion from winter to summer, and now, it's just all-out summer. hundred degrees in the valley. a piercing sun. dry as a bone.

on the writing front i really do now have writer's block. about six things almost finished but instead i obsess over marketing the same stuff over and over again, beyond the point of saturation - and that kind of marketing just isn't working much. i look at my stats and they're not bad - as a hack i'm probably lucky to make twenty or thirty bucks a month - but that is really nothing compared to what i've put into it. for several weeks my strategy has been "just go back and write some more" yet that doesn't happen. the endless marketing happens instead.

then there are the blogs. it's been ten days since i even started this one. i guess i can say i'm tired.