The Heat. And the Flip Side.

It's terrible. It's not so bad.

The fog rolled in a little past dinnertime, coming in low and hovering over the pumpkin patch. I watched from the front door for a moment as the colors of evening dimmed and blurred in the filtered light.

It was a day, this one. The refrigerator broke again, the dog threw up on three rugs, both cars are on the fritz, my feet ache from walking too much with planter fasciitis. The house is hot. Everything is hot. A tiny trickle of sweat ran down the back of my knee before noon. And then, a torrent down the back of my neck.