It is 96 degrees out where I live, as I write, but the forecast isn't anticipating much cooling for several days to come. We have air conditioning here. Indeed it just kicked on again as I was writing about it, which I thought was very cute. But then I would be inclined to be charmed by it since I feel so much affection towards that air conditioning at the moment.
I was sitting here at my computer, with a striking lack of energy or motivation, and I thought "I guess I better write tomorrow's blog post." Yesterday I wrote down three ideas for blog posts, and I am sure any of them would serve, if I can read them, scrawled as they are on some scrap of paper. But to get that scrap of paper I would have to get up out of this chair, go all the way to the dresser four feet behind me, and pull it out of the top drawer.
It's all too much.
So instead I will show you a picture of this wood stump sculpture in the front yard of one of the houses on the River Road near here. I took it yesterday, which may be the last time I leave the house for days.
To be honest, it's a pretty clever stump. I don't think you'll be disappointed.