Scorchio

Hot winds gusting up from the south.


The cayenne chilis are doing well. Not sure when to pick them.


Moby sinks into the bed. He goes outside in the early morning, but decides IN is better once the sun hots up the concrete.



This most modern place has the best air conditioning we've ever had, including humidity control. In an ideal world, this would be a bad thing, to keep myself the same temperature all year long, never acclimating. But I work in a cold, controlled environment, and I've always suffered through the summer heat, not sleeping well at night. Not sure I ever did well with hot humid nights as a child, either, despite fans. Evaporation only ever does so much. I crave the cool of autumn, or the ice of winter, true Northerner that I am.

Another scorchio day.

No Nimbo Cumulos.