Oh, this fucking heat!
Where's the fog when you need it;
when will it return?

I'm walking around the house naked with all the windows wide open. No I'm not an exhibitionist. I don't say that as if it's beneath me; it's just not my motivation here. Where having one of those heat spells with extremely high temperatures. Usually, that doesn't phase us here in SF, but the fog has taken a brief vacation and so we, too, are victims of the heat. I'm miserable and I can't stand it. Now wait, next week, the fucking fog will return and it'll be cold and damp and I'll bitch about that. C'est la vie.

I think I'm gonna re-decorate. Actually, all the thinking is done, I am gonna do it now that I've decided it's the best way to access the windows for cleaning ...which are waaay overdue. I'm not actually redecorating so much as I'm re-arranging the furniture back to the way it was before. When I think of it, that was over six years ago -- (referring to the furniture arrangement, not since I last washed the windows) -- so it's time for a change, and that arrangement did work very well. Oh boy, that's gonna take some work. dis-assembling and then re-assembling all the electronics. But yeah, it's a good idea so just do it.

Funny thing; I had one of those dreams. The one where I come home only to find my front door ajar. I go in and see a lot of empty spaces where my "stuff" used to be. I get that awful sinking feeling, but then I wake up and realize it was only a dream. Having been "burgled" three time over the course of my life, I've always feared the recurrence of this violation. Because I dread this so much, I often have this dream, but am always relieved to find it to have only been a dream. Funny thing about this last one, though. After waking, and realizing I'd been dreaming, and then sighing with relief, I stopped to wonder if the dream wouldn't have actually been the better scenario. All things considered, the me in the dream was not dealing with these "december" years and all the dread and hassle accompanying this dreaded lurgey.

Well, I closed the door on that episode and I was amazed at the sense of relief, the alleviation of stress, and the resulting free time. Obviously, maintaining Blabbity, along with the "community" participation that accompanied it, had really become a significant part of my computer experience. I'd become obsessively over-involved and I'm glad to be out from under it. In all fairness, I'm not blaming blogging. It's just my way ...to latch onto something and make a really really big deal out of it. Well, lesson learned. When, and if, I venture down that path again, I'll be aware of this particular pitfall.