It’s unbearably hot. The real feel is 110°. The actual temperature is 99°. The fruit stand is quiet and cool, though. The air conditioning is on, so it’s comfortable. It does mess with one’s mind, this heat.

Annemarie flew off yesterday. There was a delay when her plane left the gate and a passenger was ill and had to be taken off the plane. It’s not an easy thing to do. One can’t just turn around and go back. Everything is scheduled and flights are stacked up for arrivals and departures. It was a bit distressing when I hadn’t heard from her. It turns out her phone was not fully charged and she was trying to save power.

The visit this year was not like other years. Where there was time I took off and spent as much time with Annemarie, this year was not that. Everything was stressful. I should make another trip out there but with finances being what they are right now, who knows if and when that would happen.

Nothing is going on at the fruit stand. Hardly anyone is around so that adds to the slow creeping of time through the day. It was just like that yesterday. When I came home yesterday I was fried. I did my best to be pleasant but it took more effort to be comfortable and it is not easy being pleasant when one is uncomfortable.

I heard from my old friend while outside in the shade smoking a cigar. They posted an Elton John reference which I got immediately and for a few minutes there we texted back and forth. It ended when I texted that I was listening to Boz Scaggs’ Silk Degrees and the Spinners Greatest Hits. I’m comfortable living in the past.

Mike texted me as well, saying he was sorry for not answering the phone since he was napping. I may have surprised him when I told him I did not phone him at all today. I did yesterday when he was napping. And when he’s not napping he’s talking to his beloved Wade. In both instances his calls go to voicemail and I just gave up on contacting Mike.

Bill has been around. Not much work this week. And he had a dental visit this morning. Now he is at his actors club where it is air conditioned so he’s taking care of himself. I have two and a half hours left at the fruit stand and while I am looking forward to a three day weekend, getting home will be like walking through a furnace, I fear.

It’s nothing I haven’t done before, though it is hotter than I can recall. I like working at the fruit stand. It sure beats working at Barry McGarry and the twats that I worked alongside.

Mike plans on coming over this weekend. I am thinking about putting the other air conditioner in the window by my computer. Not sure how that will work out. It’s something I should discuss with Bill when I get home. Or when he gets home.