Somewhere in my dreams there was a piano playing and I can still hum its tune. Is it original, something concocted by my dream or just a reproduction of something I must've heard, I cannot say but it's not utterly bad.
Ah then, Thursday in all its heated glory, puncturing my house with a flare and when last week I could still talk about the slightly cool undertones and the needlessness to turn on fans, things did escalate quickly with the crippling need to turn on air conditioning if even for a little while just to feel comfortable.
What does one do in this weather to keep the house from igniting temperatures?
Should I shut all the windows to keep torrid heat and light toasty breeze from entering? Or must I keep them all open as they are now, super airy and muted yellow in its character?
I could shut everything but that usually only works when I switch on the ac, because if not then I hear nothing from outside. At least now I can hear the birds chirp and know there's reasonable liveliness out.
For some reason my mood feels bleak today.
Could be the aches my body is going through after monstrous workout from yesterday that keeps me from bending because my legs are cement pillars that refuse to budge or could just be the heat that hammers momentary seconds of existential crisis and things that are still amiss from my life.
I couldn't say, but all this bird chirp makes my cat prowl and I could only hope there are no avian casualties today.
Ah, Thursday. The stepsister to Tuesday and I have little love for it.
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