Monday, Monday

Glad the day's just about over. As hot as I reported the state of affairs in the Shreveport-Bossier metropolitan area yesterday, today's temperatures have risen to compare themselves to the underside of the river Styx. Hot.

Even the lights have flickered a time or two in the past hour, reminding me of winter storms, but there's definitely no rain, no wind, no thunder, nothing electrical. Only a major, inundating drain on the city's power grid as our air conditioners roll into overdrive as we all attempt to cool off a bit. Just after seven o'clock and the mercury still reads a toasty degree at or just above the triple digits. Perfect weather for love and passion and these heated moments of lust and falling deeper and deeper for this overwhelming energy I've found in the sig. fig.