Yesterday and today it reached at least ninety degrees. Yesterday set a record: depending on which thermometers you trust, it hit ninety-five or ninety-six. (The weather doodad in Windows was showing me ninety-nine for a while but I don't believe it.)

As I noted elsewhere, there are many, many things to be upset about with catastrophic climate change, and this is one of the least significant and most petty ... but I really do resent that the best seasons of the year, fall and spring, have been utterly destroyed. You now get either Too Hot or Too Cold. Nothing else.

Fortunately I went to some trouble on Monday to install the air conditioners because we could read the letters of fire on the wall.

I pretty much didn't do anything but work on this Sleeper Squad on Tuesday. I have a work task with an absolute deadline -- I must be done, and it must be functional, before 1 June. I don't want to do it, because I don't understand it and it's been extremely frustrating, because everything I can find about it is in gibberish. There are absolutely no lucid explanations of this particular thing to be found anywhere on the web. But I guess tomorrow I'm going to have to make another attempt at making it happen, at least for a few hours before I go back to the story. I have six pages of unwritten dialogue taking up space in my head.