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[typed and edited 10-08-2003]


Waste of paper/webspace to even write this down.

In default of anyone else I didn't want to bother I called my mother yesterday, and because 'I'm lonely' sounds pathetic even to me, I mostly bitched about the heat and the aborted hiking tour.

I hate the way my life is subjected to the constraints of work time, meaning that these two weeks filled with whining about the heat are all the holiday I'll be getting until next year.

Slept early, full of strange dreams. A desert scene so brilliantly hot that the white sand was scintillating in shades of blue and violet.
A three legged baby elephant.

The heat must be good for spiders, if nothing & no one else; there are cobwebs everywhere on the balcony. The telephone booth I used yesterday could have been in the early scenes of any given spider horror movie. Good thing I don't have a phobia...


There have been clouds all day, dauntingly drawing together and dispersing again, no rain to speak of, but a bit of a thunderstorm further north and south. The wind picked up, rustling through the trees, rippling the long grass on the meadows like waves, like water; But only a few drops of rain and a curtain of clouds hanging low, concealing the northern mountain range for a moment before moving on again.

Still, on a psychological level it was a relief even so.

Rosy sky, a refreshing breeze, a welcome change from the evenings that are only a tired end to a heat stunned day.


There's a bee drinking from the nectarine juice I spilled on the balcony floor earlier, always flying away & returning again. Can't wipe it up yet...