Yesterday was the first time I can remember feeling happier to be at work than at home and actually dawdling and dragging my feet when it came time to leave. Eventually I had to give up the air conditioning, get blasted by the late afternoon heat and drive off in my oven of a car.
Now of course I’m second guessing our decision to pass on having central air installed along with our new furnace. But that feeling will dissipate with the heat wave. Our summers are short. Around four in the morning we had enough of a thunder-storm to cool things down a few degrees, and enough rain to wet the grass.
The Writing Class is funny, suspenseful, witty and impossible to put down until you find out who-dunnit.
Scary phone calls, obscene threats, nasty and offensive peer evaluations on writing assignments, a couple of murders and everyone in the group is a suspect.
Maybe I’m more obtuse than most but I never did figure it out until I read the words that finally identified the killer.
I didn’t realize how dark it had become (with my tilted blinds and the reading light off because it contributes to the heat, if only in my imagination) until I decided to do a search on the kindle for Janet Evanovich because I’ve heard her Stephanie Plum series is really good. I typed away on the tiny buttons of the keyboard and got this:
Search Results: “jqkmy rbamoniyvj” No items found.
Well, duh. Never type with sweaty fingers in the dark. Turns out there is something like nineteen books in the series. I’ve got the first one now, (One for the Money). This could be the start of something big.
I just checked our thermostat and the temperature has gone down a whole degree from yesterday! Having six fans around the house going full blast is having the desired effect. I’ll just slip happily off to work and leave them to it.