the house is way too quiet; the girls are gone. even the puppies know. we were all very attached to them.

i am not talk about this on social media, so i won't. i have a lot of feelings though, and send my love their way. puppies do too. for their part, they may even miss the puppies more than they miss us, as we are just among the grownups deciding their fate.

these days it's ninety-two/ninety-three days, way too hot for me. my strategy is simple - run around in the morning, and in the evenings, afternoons just sit here by the aircon and refuse to budge. enough is enough. even going in and out all the time when it's eighty-eight or so is hard on me. stay calm. restrict and combine trips. get it done early, then don't budge.

i'm doing a lot of reading. at the moment i have six books open. one is a rambling, modernist view of living in england with the present chapter focusing on whiskey. appropriate since, today, england has a huge football game (soccer) and may lose. our days have a lot of running around in them. i'm tired. don't want to leave this chair. the puppy finds my lap, and he doesn't want to either. he's lost his girls, and doesn't want to lose me.