Today is 42 deg C (107.6 F). I am doing housework. No choice as there are bunches of people coming here for New Year. I can barely breathe.

Summer should be festive. But all it means to me is sweat and flies! I hate being hot! I can't sleep, I can't breathe. I am so irritable. It will only cool down here from about May onward.

The wind keeps blowing. The grass is dead. The dead grass blows in the house and on the counter tops and window sills. I can't keep up with the sweeping and cleaning.

I just want to curl under my blanket with a hot water bottle and Amy.

Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy.