Poor little Syrup (Syrupy, has she was called, the transgender beta fish) died at some point over the last day or so.
I haven’t told Pigpen yet (he’s spending the night with a friend) or cleaned out the tank yet. I figure he’ll take it pretty well, tho…
Man, its totally hot.
I forgot (for various reasons, that we don’t need to go into here) to take care of Bos and Eave’s dog at the approprate time, and remembered only after being at work for like 2 hours (in the office, that is). I wigged, and took a quick break to give the dog a quick break, and on the way back to the car the humidity started making fun of me.
I could see my car, clearly, three rows down, but each step I took only made the car tilt awkwardly for a second and then right itself. Oddly, it wasn’t particuarly hot (thus negating the first phrase of the post, sorry), but the souplike quality of the atmosphere lent itself to awkward times. My legs were sweaty, my hair hanging down like a beaten dog by the time I finally got to the car.
Still, I took care of the dog, and then drank a quart of water.
I don’t like oppressive heat.
(dogs fine, btw)