She was good tonight as I listened to a dear one pouring out a heart. The dear one's heart. I just put it that way cuz of the vagueness of "dear one." Seemed like the way to go. This dear one, wow. Such pain we carry. A long time. Sometimes a long time indeed.
That's a little Dougie Howsery of me, isn't it. Sorry 'bout that. I wrote here a long time ago about Dougie's journaling and its lack of thought for the future reader (older Dougie). So vague. Worked only for the punchline of the night's show, not as a journal.
I'm gonna be so tired tomorrow. Second day I'd have taken the morning off, but (a) it's so much cooler in the work a/c and (b) the boss is out tomorrow. And then I have dog class.
Dog class is air conditioned.
I'm a wimp in this nth day of the heat, where n easily <10. Just like a Michigander.