It’s the height of the tree pollen season here at the moment. Mustn’t complain because I love the deep fertile green of the trees now that they’re in full leaf. I could wish for them that they’d not go into major pollen production mode at night time, though. My poor tubes felt like they were growing a year’s supply of yeast last night.
I finished watching the boxed set of Stargate Atlantis a couple of evenings back and now my days have a hole in them. I know that a lot of folks don’t much enjoy Atlantis–Graham calls it ‘mud huts in the sky’–but I do and the team have become family, almost. More so than SG-1. I need to search through the cupboard for another set to play, one a day, until something good comes along. Might be time for Northern Exposure again.
We’re hunkering down for a hot spell now, or some time in the next few weeks, and I hope to persuade Graham to look out all the electric fans we own before it becomes an emergency. We have classic ornamental desk fans in several rooms but I shall need rather more than that. In particular I shall need the small, almost silent one, that creates a gentle current of air in the bedroom. At least this year I have no reason whatever to go out or to do anything strenuous in the heat of the day.
I shall do my best not to complain. Unless I can find a way to make my complaints amusing.
