I wanted to clean the house yesterday, really I did. I wanted to work on my book. But the humidity was so bad that it was all Paul and I could do to go swimming. Almost nothing got done except for lying about and whinging about the heat.

We got up this morning at 6am. It was already 80F outside. We’ve set up a rather Goldbergian arrangement of fans and our two windowshakers in hopes of getting the upstairs of the house down from furnace to mere sauna. We’re usually pretty good about heat, but this is damn near unbearable.

On the plus side, my tomato plants are eight feet tall and still growing. I wish I were joking. We’ll need a stepladder to harvest.