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Like much of the country we are experiencing a heat wave.  Our little lakeside town is normally cool at night even after the hottest of summer days, but not this year.  It’s been too hot for a sheet sleeping weather for three nights in a row.  We live in a 100 year-old converted warehouse apartment without central air.   So far our window air-conditioner has been fighting to maintain an inside temperature of about 80 degrees.  We’ve been drinking fresh squeezed lemonade out of quart sized mason jars with lots of ice and it helps.  Mark likes his plain while I add crushed mint to mine.

We’ve been bringing our dog to daycare where she can spend full days playing with other dogs (this is not a crate-care operation-they are awesome), running through the sprinkler, splashing in the kiddie pool and taking air-conditioned naps while listening to classical music.  We’re embarrassed to tell about the classical music part, but it doesn’t cost extra.  She’s a lucky dog.  While she’s off gallivanting and chasing ice chips with her puppy friends, we’re both working from home in our underwear and standing in front of the fan.

I spent much of yesterday reworking the opening of my novel and it finally feels right. I have a lot of work to do, but I am crossing my fingers for a late fall finish.

That’s all I have for today. Except for the big tantrum I threw because somebody stole my dream job.