You would think I would just be all grateful and writing gratitude lists like Oprah* tells me I should do in order to live my best life. My husband is home and though tired and weak, is doing okay. Though he did want to go out and work in the garden last night, just like a man. I finally agreed and let him water one small raised bed. Anyway, I am human damn it and I found something new to complain about. The heat. And the smoke. We have at least 150 wildfires burning right now. I will spare you the tirade about how many have been started by humans flinging lit cigarettes out their car windows. I mean, really? Fucking humans. Why are we such humans such assholes? Not me or any of you. Just everyone else. Anyway. The air quality is shit. And it's 33 Celsius in my house. And I'm cranky. So I am going to bed.
*My mom LOVED Oprah. Loved like she was a god and a guru all rolled into one. Me? Not so much. Oprah gives me a rash. And I would make a bet right now that Oprah is in air conditioning writing gratitude lists.
PS – Don't come to where I live and murder me now that you know what city I live in. Please.