Bad Dads and Hot Hot Hot

 Well, it is Father's Day!

From LitHub, a list I can agree with: The Worst Dads in All of Literature: An Incomplete List

And that is as far I got yesterday on posting to this blog.

And I could not get back here until 15 hours later. It is way too hot. I fell out after work for about an hour. There is AC in the bedroom, but I fear turning it on - wondering if the wiring will take the drain.

Back in the day, I had the record on which this appeared. It was my firest choice to describe today.

I showered without that doing a bit to cool me off. I put off dinner until an hour ago, and then it was a single hamburger. No appetite.

The computer is running way too slow. It did this yesterday, too.

I got a chunk done on the article yesterday. No church. Research and writing. I finished one section, finally. A few final touches this afternoon/evening.

With CC's phone broken, I thought to see her today, but the knee was aching like mad.

Weather report courtesy of Ella and Cole:

KH, DM, and I have all been discussing the oddities of our generation - stuck between The Beatles and New Wave, to use one example. I thought Francine Prose on the Unfinished Sexual Revolution of the 1970, and this does mention the two events that have caught my attention:

In that window between the availability of the pill and AIDS, as long as you had birth control and STD protection—and sometimes even if you didn’t—you could have sex with people just to see what it was like. A plague of sexually transmitted crab lice spreading through a group of my friends in New York, revealing a web of secret connections. 

She sounds a little than me.

The only place I have been in the past two days has been the Village Pantry.

Yes, I have drinking lots of water.

Also, I managed some reading. This is my political/legal read for the night: SCOTUS Keeps Marching Right.

Off to other posts.

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