The photo above is my arteeeeestical interpretation of Democratic heads exploding from coast to coast over the party’s failure to elect Jon Ossoff in Georgia.
C’mon. It’s fuckin’ Georgia. Chill out, yo. Think of things sweet and clear, like moonlight through the pines.
As the outdoor temperature crept slowly toward the century mark, Mister Boo, sleeping off a medium-heavy solstice snack, gave quiet thanks to Willis Carrier, inventor of the modern air conditioner.
• Late update: Boom. Made it. The century mark. Good times. Maybe not.
Hm. ‘Bout time to crank up the ol’ solstice ritual, looks like.
The weatherman says it’s 97 out there at 4:44 p.m. Duke City time, and I believe him, just having taken a lap of the ‘hood on the Vespa to keep the battery topped off.
And it only gets worser as the week drags on. Ninety-seven, 101, 102 … you get the idea.
Nothing like what Pat and Sandy are enduring down in Arizony, I imagine. Shucks, those folks have to get up before they go to bed if they want to get a coolish ride in.
The Boo doesn’t even bother to get out of bed on days like this. He dosses down right next to an air-conditioning vent in the floor and pretty much stays there.
Wall didn’t even slow him down. Says his name is John. I wanna see the birth certificate.
Not even dinner and a movie first?
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