I have noticed that the sun is setting further south as the days grow shorter, especially in the morning. The house aligns 14° west of true north, aligning with the street. This means that the sun strikes the north side of the house on summer evenings. And with the neighbor’s war on shade, the sun has been coming in the window full tilt in the evening, making it difficult to read the computer screen. I was using a sheet of packing paper to shade the window for around an hour or two, being easier than working the roman curtain, with less wear and tear. With the angle of sunlight moving south in the evening, the paper is no longer necessary. Part of this is trees on the other street providing a big part of the reduction.
The shorter days don’t mean cooler days. It’s still in the 90s in the afternoon. We have another month before we expect to see a break in the temperature, if not longer. But that is nothing new, same ol’ same ol’.
Made a store run on Monday morning. Rib eyes were on sale, half price. Three 24 oz beauties caught my eye, and I brought them home. They’re in the freezer. Strawberries were also on sale, $1/lb. I pureed and froze two packs. Also got chicken salad, potato salad, produce, tamales, boudin, smoked turkey, provolone and gouda, flautas, and replacement spaghetti and sauce. The fridge is snug and the freezer is topologist approved. I need a bigger appetite.
I am making progress on audio processing stuff. Not heroic or historic or even concerted, but a bit here and there. I’m not going to wear myself out again like the first round. A little, when I feel like it, for as long as I feel like it. No pressing onward. It will get there. I have a good picture of the final product’s hierarchy. I know where I’m going with it, which helps.
Doing well, or what passes for doing well these days. No escaping the aches, pains, and limits in stamina. But I am caught up on chores and ahead of the curve. Vital signs are good. Plenty of sleep. But it’s summer. AC bound, minimal cooking, lots of sedentary existence, keeping focused on something to maintain a balanced mentality without strain. August will pass.
My pads are going through a peel. I need to soak them in coconut oil. Getting in a little playing, but not anything with power. They’re crumbling. A delayed reaction to the blow out. Good thing this happened in summer.