it's been in the nineties, hot and steamy. my daughter says, as long as there's a pool we're ok, but i don't swim much anymore and not sure i'm ok. i have that kind of heat stroke that you get from going back and forth from an airconditioned car to the outside, hauling groceries or something, and you go back and forth one time too many. Your body gets readjustment fatigue.

so i came in and did my numbers, which in this case is blog visits, it being the first and all, and i put some of my complaints on that page, which is where i simply notice who's coming to blogs like this every month. last month, over twelve thousand came to this one, which is really quite remarkable, and remember i don't do much to commercialize it or lead people directly to my books. it's been around for a while. i keep it up. it's fully me. and no caps which is my way of saying, take your shoes off.

the puppies have to be separated. it's hard on both of them. my little one is locked up in here a lot.

somebody's booming firecrackers out there in the world. i don't care for it. i realize living in a world where you scrape for every dollar, gas goes up to five, and the big man walks off with a couple of billion in crypto leaves everyone with a lot of stress waiting to blow, might as well blow it on the nervous puppies who are strung out anyway already. i'm thinking, now that it's evening, might do some of these errands that need done while it's cool, but i'm still set back from the heat, the groceries, the going back and forth, and the stressed-out people.

would like to get some writing done, but this is the best i've got. hang in there.