It’s hot. Again. We are so sick of this heat, and it’s going to be in the 90s the rest of the week and probably beyond. We’re just hoping for no triple digits, but August is usually the hottest month here, so it’s unlikely to cool off any time soon.
Starting Friday night and over the weekend, we spent a lot of time sitting in front of the TV watching the Olympics. We thought the opening ceremonies were awfully bland. If there is any logic in what NBC and it’s affiliate stations present to us, I’ve yet to figure it out, so we sort of take what we get, and sometimes that’s boring stuff.
I like watching the swimming, and there has been a good deal of that, but soccer, softball, volleyball, skateboarding…no. I’m cutting the Olympics-watching way back starting today. Back to reading.
The library has flooded us with things, so many that I sent one back unread, which is rare. I have one I’ll finish one today, probably, and two more sitting here, Barbara has one half read and four sitting here, and we both have one on the way (“in transit”). Plus I decided to buy the rest of the birder murder series by Steve Burrows, so there is LOTS to read, not to mention many short story anthologies and collections.
I’ll try to post on some of the books as I finish them, but this heat is innervating and I have little energy.