Tuesday. Lights out by nine-thirty to awaken at a quarter to six as I've been doing now for quite a while. Up to open the balcony door wide, the temperature inside somewhat warmer than the outside now that the ocean air has had an effect. Off to breakfast shedding the long sleeved shirt, setting out in a t-shirt and light summer jacket, again for the pockets. Maybe find another way to carry the glasses and such if this keeps up.
The French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up by eight-thirty again, to set out for home under a bright sun, the weather people saying it will be ninety degrees later and I can feel no reason not to believe them. The young woman runner surprised me while walking and so a snapshot that was both out of focus and out of frame. I don't envy anyone who's running this day.
Home, another more out of focus than usual selfie in the lobby, hurrying as someone had been descending the stairs as I entered. Up to post yesterday's entry after moving the fan from the bedroom to the base of the computer desk. What to do for the rest of the day?
Later. Ninety-four degrees at two in the afternoon. Too warm. What have been some of the recent temperatures they've been experiencing in India? One hundred and twenty-two degrees, fifty degrees Centigrade? Thirty degrees warmer in a country where air conditioning isn't nearly as common? And I'm bitching here?
Maybe you're just a wuss.
Who's staying in front of a fan.
Evening. Eighty-seven degrees at six-thirty this evening. Lets not do this again. More naps lying right in front of the fan and that's been about it.
Eighty-five degrees at eight-thirty. Ouch!