Yesterday really was much better than the day before. We got along, got ahead, and were not set back. We got most of the shed up and the generator started after only a few pulls. I helped with most of the construction of the shed. Tom could’ve done it himself, but it would’ve been much harder. I still probably won’t be able to move into it till next weekend or later.

I guess I should go work on my story. It’s been a while. I haven’t even read for a while either. It’s just been too hot to do much of anything, but sit around wondering why God hates us so much!

Later…

Today’s thing to break was the vacuum. I guess the belt broke. Either way, instead of playing fix-it, I’m just not going to vacuum this old piece of shit.

Today’s warm, but not hot. If they’re right about the upcoming forecast, Wednesday - Friday is going to be sheer hell, in the 90s again. I can’t wait for it to cool down! Not just so the days will be more comfortable, but so I can close the windows at night. Having lights on at night really attracts the bugs. There are some small enough to fit through the screen.

I’m up a pound at 126. I doubt I’ll ever lose any more weight. At least not a significant amount anyway.

I hope to get mail from Bob anytime saying he got Angel Eyes. Not until then will I send any more stories.

Despite the clouds we’ve had, there’s been no rain in a couple of weeks now, and there probably isn’t going to be for the next two weeks either. I see what they mean when they say that the driest time in Oregon, particularly in this area, is in the summer.

Today I hope we can complete the shed’s roof and doors. There’s still so much more we need to get for it!

Later…

God, I am so sick of this heat! It’s 86º now and sure to end up around 88º by the time Tom comes home to start the generator, if he can get it started, so we can run the AC for a while. We think yesterday’s quick start was a fluke. Well, I know it was. Anyway, there’s no end in sight to this heat. Thank God we didn’t stay in Arizona!

We decided that instead of spending the money to rent a house during the winter and having to deal with city noise day after day, we’ll just go to a motel when they’re predicting more than half a foot of snowfall, and I’ll deal with the door-slamming there. He says the motels will be deserted in the wintertime, though I’m sure that whenever we’re there, there will be people next to, under and above us that’ll come and go a million times while their kids run screaming up and down the walkways.