still hot out. only getting down to 72 tonight? humidity on the rise.
i had a full day today. worked 10 hours. went to the gym. stopped at trader joe's on the way home, all sweaty, and had a fella try to pick me up. (he seemed to have an instinct that steered him away from being a complete sleaze about it, thankfully. took me longer than it used to to get what was going on.) Made some supper & impulsively watched the last half of air force one on tv before switching over to schoolhouse rock (which didn't arrive in time for j's visit). "5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80..."
that's definitely the train whistle. if i turned this fan off i could probably hear the rattling on the tracks. think my attachment to that sound is why i prefer an old-style rickety wooden roller coaster, or is that more likely a combo of affection for coney island, alvy singer, and steve mcallister, who was so funny about our likelihood to die on the thing that day so long ago?