I'd call today a scorcher — the weather guy said it felt like 104 degrees this afternoon — except that it was so humid that "scorcher" sounds too dry and appealing. I went for a morning walk and it felt like slogging through soup along the Esplanade. My feet were burning and sore when I got home. So I canceled some appointments and stayed in, turned the air conditioning up to a roar, and told myself I'm lucky to have the freedom to do as I please (which is spin for saying I'm unemployed).
I pulled out our ladder, picked some bookshelves, and filled a recycling back with 40 ratty paperbacks (plays and monologues from my acting days, textbooks, my crumbly Tolkien trilogy). I put ten decent hardcovers aside to offer to a used bookstore for credit. Ten books will usually trade for only one or two others, but that's fine.
I didn't find this as hard as I expected, but I've pledged to winnow another 50 books from my library. Those will be more difficult to cull; I hope to start tomorrow. I'll keep you posted on my progress.
In other news, I managed to photograph Wendy today, hanging out with Possum. Usually she hides all day like a little furry Garbo:
Those two will go to the vet tomorrow for their check-ups. I look forward to hearing about their weights, which should be much lower than last year, thanks to their healthier diet. I'm curious to know if we should feed them more; they'd love it.
Our vet hospital is moving five miles away to Forest Hills, next week. I will miss being able to walk to their office in Kenmore Square whenever we need anything. On the other hand, the cats are all so healthy that I haven't had to go there in months. Let's hope that keeps up. Forever.
When it cooled down to about 90 tonight, I went for another walk. The Pru was lit up to commemorate the day: