A concert that I must go get ready for soon, though the idea of putting on presentable clothes in this heat and humidity makes me want to crawl into an ice cave and die.
Lunch today was guacamole tacos. It was too hot for anything else.
More water with lime and mint, dammit. And I made sangria for tonight, so there will be something cold and sweet and fruity when I get home. That may in fact be all the dinner I can stand.
Tyop du jour: Dyachenko shot the door behind him.