It's Very Hot

There's a record breaking streak of hot weather going on in Boston right now. I can't say that I mind. I feel that I am trying to store up all the heat in my bones, fearful of what the winter will bring me.

The heat is slow and mostly windless during the day, making my roommate from Washington state suffer. But I am perfectly at ease, and move at a snail's pace along with the tempreture, full of good things to write and do now that classes are out. My friends from the South sent me up boxes of Luzianne tea and I drink it sweet and cold by the gallon. There is something about the heat that stirs all my creativity up and lets the words slide out from under my fingertips like gold. I feel more myself in the heat.

My cat Mr. Puck spends most of the days laying spread out on the bathroom tile, the only cool spot he can find, and refuses to come sit on my lap for petting. It's too hot, and he doesn't want to be touched much at all. He's such a lap kitty, I empathize with his fur coat. We don't have air conditioning in the apartment, and while I feel for Aral, I truly don't mind the sweltering heat after the months of cold we had.

I checked a digital camera out from Simmons again, and plan to use it lots of ways over the weekend. Aral and I are going to make a 'zine about being in Boston for a full year now, and maybe get things from other people who have lived here for a year as well. I love making 'zines, and Aral and I have much lamented the early nineties - which we feel was sort of "the golden age of 'zines". So that promises to be tons of fun.

Erin and Mairi and I ended up just going out for an Indian feast Saturday night for their going away instead of having a big get together. I could have used the party, but they were worn out all ready from packing and planning their move. We had such a good time that we met up again Tuesday for lunch. I'm going to miss them, even though we never got to hang out as much as we all wanted. Well, that's the curse of the workaholics I guess. We would form a support group, but we're all just too damn busy.

So Erin and Mairi are gone now, and I need a new modem. Well, at least I'm getting a lot of writing done this month. It'll all come to good in the end, I'm sure - maybe, with some luck, I'll get my novel published and Aral and I can infect some of these darn Gen Y'ers with the 'zine virus. I hope, I hope.