It’s about four hundred THOUSAND degrees outside, and everyone on the teevees is screaming that it’s only going to get hotter. I don’t know if I’ve ever actually experienced a heat index of 120° but it looks like we’re about to find out what that means on Saturday. One thing is for sure: my BG&E bill made me weep this month. It would be great if the amount I pay them was commensurate with the uptime we actually get from the transformer out behind the house—we’re on our third outage in a month’s span.

I had to back up Jen last night on a deadline, so I missed drawing class at MICA, but I did get to spend a couple of great hours with Finn at the playground. I think I hosed about a gallon’s worth of sand off of her before putting her to bed.